Chapter Thirteen: Don't Die On Me

Quin wiped the blood that dripped from his nose with the back of his hand as he opened the front door. The sun had set two hours before, and he hadn’t slept a wink. He’d been by Sebastian’s side the entire day as the doctor worked on him, and the bleeds were setting in. Bash wasn’t dead. Yet—

Sebastian’s burns were very bad. In some places, the flesh had melted down to the bone. The doctor had removed the bullet upon arrival, but a decent amount of silver had been circulating through Bash’s body, causing a near halt in his natural healing abilities. The doctor administered an agent to extract the silver from his system.