Hit List - Laurell K. Hamilton [58]
I couldn’t explain any of this to the EMTs, or anyone else here but Edward. Always before with the ardeur it had consumed me, forced me to feed, but now I had enough control that I could delay it. The angry purple and red wound on my arm showed me the price for controlling the ardeur. Staring down at the wound, I realized that I had started counting on healing and being harder to hurt. I tried to remember the last time I’d been hurt by accident like this, and I couldn’t remember. My stomach clenched tight and it wasn’t hunger—that wasn’t where the ardeur’s hunger hit me—it was fear. If a tree limb could do this to me, then what about a sword, or a bullet? Shit.
“You okay?” EMT Julie asked.
I nodded. “Fine.”
“You really need to go to the hospital and let a doctor open the wound and then stitch it back up,” she said.
“I know,” I said.
She frowned at me. “But you’re not going to do it, are you?” She sounded disgusted with me, I really couldn’t blame her.
“I can’t let them go into the woods without me.”
“You know, the marshals around here do just fine when you’re not in town. They hunt vampires and beasts, and they do a good job. Let them do their jobs and let us do ours and take you to the hospital.”
Matt pulled at the edges of the wound. “Stop that,” I said.
“Sorry, but it’s almost like one of those fast-forward films of flowers, you know, where you watch them bloom. I swear I can almost see your skin knitting together. It’s so cool.”
Julie hit him on the shoulder, and it must have been harder than it looked, because he said, “Ow!”
“She’s a live patient, Matt, not a cadaver in class.”
He blinked up at me, and then looked embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I just . . .”
“It’s okay. Just patch me up so I can finish this hunt.”
“You’re being totally stupid,” Julie said.
“Not as stupid as Marshal Newman. He’s still bleeding.”
“He’s going to keep bleeding until he passes out, too,” she said, and the disgust was thick in her voice.
“Probably,” I said. “At least I’m letting you bandage me up.”
“Your wound will be closed by the time you finish this hunt. You’re not losing more blood.”
“Then just wrap it up so I don’t keep hitting the wound on things.”
She frowned, but got gauze and started wrapping my arm.
“Make sure none of it gets in the wound,” I said.
She looked at me. “I know my job.”
“I don’t mean to imply otherwise, but if I’m healing as fast as you think I am, sometimes the body can heal around the cloth.”
They both looked at me. Matt said, “You mean the body will actually knit closed with some of the bandages inside?”
“I’ve seen it happen,” I said.
“To you?” he asked.
“No, a friend who was a werewolf.”
Matt’s face glowed with eagerness. I could almost feel the questions bubbling to the surface.
“You’re wrapped up. Sign here, so we can say we tried to take you to the hospital in case something goes wrong with your arm, which it will.”
I signed, and hopped off the back of the ambulance. “Sorry I’m being a pain in your ass.”
“When the tall guy passes out in the woods, try to keep things from eating him,” she said.
“I’ll try,” I said, and I would, but with my arm beginning to ache from the rapid healing, I wouldn’t try too hard. Newman had let Raborn talk him out of even a bandage. I’d been green, but never that green. Maybe it was a guy thing and I’d never understand that level of stupid, or maybe mine was a girl thing. My arm began to twitch, the muscles fighting against each other as they knit together. I hadn’t had that happen since I first got lycanthropy in my bloodstream. Shit. Maybe Newman wasn’t being any stupider than I was. I guess I would try to keep him from getting eaten. Damn it.
23
NEWMAN PASSED OUT, but I made sure nothing ate him. We were deep in the trees by the time he went down. He’d done well to make it this far. I stayed by him in the wind-kissed trees with the other police working their long line of searching, but I could see the other stretch of road, and I was pretty certain that there were no monsters to find. The Harlequin had fled. Either they were