“How are we looking?” she said as they pulled onto the winding road leading to the cabin.
“It’s not great. Do you happen to know your blood type?”
“I’m A positive which doesn’t help unless he is, too, but you may be happy to know Alex is a universal donor.”
Kyle snapped his gaze to her. “You’re sure he’s O negative?”
“Positive.” She winced before quickly adding, “I mean, I’m sure. He’s O negative.”
“Because we may need the blood.”
Ava shifted, her gaze questioning. “How are you going to transfuse him?”
“You’d be surprised what you can rig up when you have to,” he answered. “I have some field training, so we’ll see what we can do.”
Ava grinned at him, offering him an impressed glance. “Look at you, Mr. Prepared.”
“Ah, that’s Dr. Prepared, and thanks, yeah, I’m handy in a crisis.” He smiled back at her as he pressed his fingers againstSebastian’s throat again while holding the hoodie against the wound with his other hand.
“Well?”
“Weak and thready, but there. Thank goodness it’s not too much further.”
After what seemed like an eternity, the van bounced across the gravel drive before coming to a stop.
The door rolled open a few seconds later.
“Let’s get him in the house,” Kyle said, already shifting Sebastian toward the door.
They carried him through the front door with Ava leading them to the rustic dining room table. With Sebastian sprawled across it, Ava turned on the chandelier before Kyle returned to the van for his medical bag.
“Sebastian,” Ava said, patting his cheeks. “Wake up, buddy. Where is your alcohol?”
“What?” He groaned, his forehead warm to the touch.
“Alcohol. You’re going to need it. Where is it?” she asked.
“I’m going to need it,” Alex added as he opened and closed cabinets on the server and buffet.
“Liquor cabinet, living room.”
She bobbed her head as she raced from the room. “Alex, watch him.”
With a scan of the room, she found the tall cabinet tucked in the corner and hurried toward it. She found a variety of liquors inside, grabbing a nearly full bottle of vodka.
When she returned to the dining room, she found Kyle already assessing the wound.
“How’s it look, Doc?” Ava asked as she set the vodka bottle down next to Sebastian.
Alex grabbed it, taking a swig. “Ugh,” he said with a retch. “That was nasty.”
“Stop drinking that, Ace,” she said with a shake of her head. “Go sit down before you pass out.”
“Do not sit down, Mav. I’m going to need you.”
“Bro, I can’t assist. Ask Ava. I’m not good with blood.”
“He’s not,” Ava confirmed.
