“He was rolled up defensively,” I said, talking to myself. “That means they missed his throat and hopefully his stomach and laid into his legs and back and…” I pictured the position in my head and gently ran my fingers along his forearms, feeling the bumps there. “He needs snow.”
I stood and jumped slightly when I saw the redhead behind me.
“Sorry,” I murmured.
“Don’t be. It’s understandable. Matt already went outside for snow.”
Only a moment passed before I heard him in the hall.
“Got it,” he said, stepping into the room. He held a bowl in one hand and a baggy in the other.
“Clean baggies only,” the woman said. “No dirty snow on open wounds.”
I nodded, already grabbing handfuls of snow and making bags for Adam’s arms.
“Would you mind if one of my brothers stayed here with you?” Kerr asked, speaking for the first time.
I glanced up and gave him a small smile.
“Not at all. I’d feel a lot safer, actually.”
He glanced at Matt.
“No argument here,” Matt said.