Page 15 of Heal
"You used countermeasures?" Bryon asked.
"Yeah, of course. I think I got everything. I got him subdued, then treated my wound, and got everything cleaned up before I castrated the motherfucker." Dyson pressed his hand to the area he'd been stabbed. "I've got to sit."
"Can you make it to the med room?" Beau didn't like how pale Dyson was. He'd treated Dyson for a hundred different injuries. He had a high pain tolerance, and it took a lot to bring him down.
"Yeah, I think so." Dyson started to move through the small house, toward the stairway that led up to the med room.
"Hope you didn't have a late-night date. You're here for the night," Bryon told him as they started up the steps.
"Beau will do. I haven't spent a night with him in a long time." Dyson's body wavered as he got to the top step.
"Easy there. You want my arms around you, you only have to ask. You don't have to faint on me." Even though Beau was joking with Dyson, he was worried about how much blood he might have lost. It was impossible to tell from what he was wearing. The dark hoodie hid everything.
"I want some of your good drugs." Dyson pushed into the med room and headed straight for the bed.
"As soon as I get a look at the damage, I'll give you something. What's your pain level?" Beau was already pulling things closer to the bed as Carter cut the hoodie and shirt from Dyson's body.
"Seven, maybe eight." Dyson closed his eyes.
"Stay awake." Beau pulled on a pair of gloves as Bryon forced Dyson to roll to his side.
"I'm good." Dyson groaned.
Getting his first good look at the wound, Beau was relieved to see that it didn't look too serious. He bent closer, pressing his fingers to the wound, trying to tell how deep it went. "This isn't too bad. You've got one puncture wound, then I'm guessing you turned and the letter opener sliced across your skin, leaving a long incision that's about six or seven inches. You're lucky the puncture wasn't deeper."
"It fucking hurts," Dyson growled.
"I'd be worried if it didn't." Beau worked at cleaning the blood away so he could get a better look at things. "This won't take much work. A few stitches and some pain meds and you'll be as good as new. No sports for a few days though, and no sex either."
"The fuck you say?" Dyson's eyes opened as he glared at Beau.
Beau laughed. "How did I know that would get you? Seriously, I want you to take it easy. I know I can't stop you from doing what you want, but at least tame it down until this heals a bit."
Carter gently punched Dyson in the arm. "He means find a partner willing to do all the work for a day or two."
Bryon shook his head. "Keep it in your pants for a day or two, it won't kill you."
"This is Dyson we're talking about. It might." Beau continued to work on Dyson's side. He was relieved it was nothing very serious, but it could have been. Had the puncture been just a little deeper it could have hit his kidney, and if the incision had been from a sharp knife, not a dulled letter opener, this would have been a whole different ballgame.
"I'll be good. I'm staying with Faith tomorrow while Xander and Matt go to some tattoo expo, and I have another sting the next night." Dyson kept his eyes closed as he spoke.
"How about I take Faith tomorrow and you rest? I've got someone at the hospital I want her to meet. I'll okay it with Matt if you're okay with it?" Beau continued working on Dyson's side. The injury hadn't caused enough blood loss or injury that Dyson should have been as light-headed as he was. It made him worry there was something else going on.
"You don't have to do that. You know Faith, she'll nurse me the whole time. Hell, she's almost as trained as you are when it comes to taking care of us." Dyson turned his head to look at Beau.
"I really do have someone I wanted her to meet," Beau told him.
"Are you thinking of introducing her to the sixteen-year-old that was brought in?" Bryon asked.
Beau nodded. "I think having someone around her own age to talk to would help her. I'm sure she wasn't allowed to have friends, and the fact that Faith can relate on some level to what she's been through, I just thought it might do Lisa some good."
"You sure it's good for Faith?" Carter asked.
Beau didn't blame him for being worried. Since Faith had been kidnapped and raped by a pedophile several years before, they all worried about her, but she had made a great recovery, never letting what happened stop her from living the life she wanted. She had hard times, and there were issues and fears that still popped up from time to time, but he'd seen Faith talk to other children after an attack. She had a way of letting them know that things would someday be okay again. "I'll talk to her before we go in. I don't spring anything on her. If she doesn't want to talk to Lisa, then she can help the nurses like she has in the past."
"Honestly, I'll be okay. It just hurts." Dyson sighed.
"And it will hurt worse tomorrow." Beau held up a syringe and smiled. "Hold still, I need to numb this."
