Never Love a Highlander - Maya Banks [104]
Alaric shook his head. “None that I’ve been able to see. She’s complained of no pain in her stomach. Just in her back.”
“Get on the bed with her before you fall over,” Ewan said crossly. “Get to one side so that when you finally pass out, you won’t be in the way.”
A knock sounded at the door and Gannon and Alaric both drew their swords. Gannon hurried to answer, opening it just a crack. Then he opened it wider to admit a gray-haired woman who looked to be as old as Methuselah.
She looked extremely agitated and she wrung her hands in front of her.
“Begging your pardon, Laird McCabe, but I was told you had need of a healer.”
Ewan gazed sharply at the old woman. “Have you skill?”
The woman drew herself up and pinned Ewan with a beady stare. “I was versed in the healing arts long afore you were born, laddie.”
“I need a drought for pain and a poultice to rub on the wound after it’s been stitched.”
She nodded. “Aye, I have those things. Would you be needing a steady hand to do the stitching? I’m old, aye, but my hand hasn’t wavered in all my sixty years.”
“Nay,” Caelen interjected. He turned to Ewan. “You do it. I trust you.”
Ewan nodded then gestured toward the older woman. “Fetch the items I requested.”
She nodded and backed from the room.
“I’ll need help to pull the dagger from her back,” Ewan said with a grimace. “ ’Twill have to be done quickly, and then we have to stop the bleeding. Caelen, lie down. If she awakens, it will soothe her to have you near.”
Caelen crawled onto the bed and collapsed next to her, as his strength finally gave out. His smoothed his hand over the back of her head, stroking her hair that was matted with blood at the ends.
“When ’tis done, I’ll bathe you as you once bathed me,” he murmured close to her ear. “We’ll sit by the fire and I’ll brush your hair and then feed you by my hand. I’ll read you all the thoughts I’ve written down since the day I first laid eyes on you. ’Tis the truth I wanted you even then. Even when you belonged to my brother.”
He touched her cheek, trying to infuse some color. It was pale and cool.
“Build up the fire,” he said to Gannon. “I don’t want her to be cold. I’d have her as comfortable as possible.”
“Place your hands on either side of the dagger,” Ewan instructed Alaric. “I want you to push down when I pull. As soon as the dagger is free, press your hands firmly over the wound.”
Alaric nodded and Caelen moved in close until his lips brushed her temple.
“Be brave, lass,” he whispered. “As brave as you’ve been through everything else. I’m here. I’ll not leave you.”
Ewan nodded at Alaric and then took hold of the dagger and pulled. Rionna jerked. Her eyes flew open, panic flaring in their depths. She cried out and began to struggle.
The knife came free, bathed in blood, and Alaric pressed down on the wound as Rionna writhed beneath him.
“Shh, Rionna, ’tis I, Caelen. Be at ease, lass. We’re helping you. ’Tis Ewan my brother who has pulled the dagger from your back.”
Ewan cut impatiently at her tunic until her back was bare. Caelen closed his eyes as he saw blood stream from underneath Alaric’s palms.
Rionna whimpered as Alaric pressed harder, and Caelen reached for her hand.
Her fingers bit into his palm, her nails digging deep. He didn’t mind the pain for if it helped her to bear hers, he’d do anything.
“ ’Tis like fire,” Rionna gasped. “Oh God, it burns.”
“I know it, lass. It will be over soon. I swear it. Breathe for me. Look at me. Only at me and put this from your mind.”
Her gaze found his, her eyes wide and panicked.
“He’s going to stitch the wound,” Caelen said calmly. “I want you to focus on me. Push the pain from your mind and imagine holding our bairn.”
Some of the wildness eased from her eyes and soft joy replaced the pain.
The next hour was a test of Caelen’s endurance. Weakened from his own injuries, fevered, and in a great deal of pain himself, he coaxed Rionna through every stitch that Ewan set. When her face went gray with pain, he kissed her and talked of their child. When she was near to passing out, he stroked her cheek and