Page 7 of Blade

“How long ago did this happen?” Leland asked.

“Five days. I got the bullet out myself and I’ve been treating it with antibiotic cream.”

I clenched my jaw and ground my back teeth tighter as I watched Elliot slowly unwrap the wound. The closer he got, the sicker I felt. Eloise had to have been in pain for a while and yet she stayed so strong.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered into the silent room.

“Oh, honey, you don’t have to be sorry for anything. You didn’t do anything wrong. We’re all so sorry this happened to you,” I said before anyone else could say anything.

“Yeah, it’s not your fault your ex is a twat,” Rogue said, making me snort.

Eloise shot her a small grin.

“Little girl,” Leland warned.

“Daddy, if she’s scared of him, he has to be a twat.”

Fuck.

Rogue’s eyes went wide and Leland winced at their slip-up. Leland was Rogue’s Daddy Dom and although they were very open with it, they definitely hadn’t meant to show that side of themselves to our new friend.

“Daddy?” Eloise asked.

“We...” Leland started.

“Like a Daddy Dom?” Eloise interrupted.

“Yes,” Rogue answered after taking a shaky breath.

“Oh. Cool. That’s really sweet,” Eloise said before looking back down to her leg.

Oh cool? Really sweet? Well at least it went well.

“Oh, I bet that hurts, huh?” Elliot asked.

She nodded. The skin around the area was red and angry and just by looking at it, I could tell it was infected. She winced as Elliot felt the area.

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” he apologized.

“Hewasa twat,” Eloise said, agreeing with Rogue’s original statement. “If we were in a zoo, he’d be a hippo-twat-a-mus,” she added after a few moments of silence.

Rogue dissolved into a puddle of Little girl giggles and I let out my own guffaw. That was freaking hilarious.

Leland turned his head, probably to hide a smile and Elliot’s shoulders shook with laughter.

“Alright, honey. Your leg is infected. You were smart, though, because if you hadn’t been keeping it clean, it would be much worse.”

“What do I need to do?”

“I have a setup at my house and we can take you there. You can get the care you need and we can keep it all private,” Elliot explained.

I knew he’d help us, but I had no idea he treated people from home too.

“You need IV antibiotics for several days and I’m going to flush out the area,” he continued. “Luckily,very luckily,it wasn’t deep, definitely a ricochet, and you’ll feel much better in a few days.”

“That sounds really expensive.”

“I’ll cover it,” I told her at the same time Elliot said, “It’s free for you.”

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