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Luke explained.
     
    “Are you sure?” she asked.
     
    “Michael is in considerably better condition than they are,” Luke said.
     
    Allison shivered and asked, “Will he be alright?”
     
    “Yeah, he’ll live,” Luke said.
     
    Allison peered down at Michael as he lay nearly unconscious on the cot. His skin was mottled with bruises and blood, and a few open wounds seethed angrily. He muttered something weakly, and his head rolled from side to side. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and trickled down into his dark hair.
     
    “Do you have any washcloths down here?” Allison asked.
     
    “Uh… I think so,” Logan answered.
     
    “Can you bring me one? And a bowl of cold water?”
     
    “Okay,” Logan said.
     
    In a moment, Logan handed her a clean, white washcloth and a large bowl of water. She placed the bowl on the concrete floor and dipped the cloth into it, wringing it out. Then she wiped the sweat away from Michael’s face. He continued to mutter incoherently, and his breath was ragged and gasping.
     
    “Are you sure he’ll be alright?” Allison demanded.
     
    “I’ve seen worse,” Luke insisted. “Give it a bit and he’ll heal.”
     
    Allison was largely unconvinced. She continued to wipe Michael’s forehead, and he began to shiver with fever. She moved the cool cloth across his torso, attempting to cool him down.
     
    Soon, she noticed some of the nastier wounds looked a little less angry, and a few of the smaller ones had disappeared entirely. Her tense muscles began to relax and she breathed a sigh of relief.
     
    At some point later, Allison jolted awake. The room was dark, but a tiny shaft of light peeked under a door and illuminated things faintly. For a moment, she was disoriented. Then she realized she’d fallen asleep kneeling in the floor beside Michael with her head on his abdomen.
     
    Her eyes traveled upward, and he was looking down at her with a smug grin on his face. She scrambled backward immediately, her face flushing deeply as Michael chuckled at her.
     
    “So I hear you were worried about me,” he snickered.
     
    “Don’t get your hopes up,” she spat. “I was worried about my neighbor’s dog when he got hit by a car, too.” She paused, and then added with a sneer, “And I don’t even like dogs.”
     
    He suppressed a laugh and raised one eyebrow at her. Her eyes narrowed into cat-like slits and she glared at him stormily.
     
    “Now, now,” Michael teased. “No need to get all grouchy like that.”
     
    Allison ignored him and her eyes scanned the room looking for Luke and Logan.
     
    “They’ve gone,” Michael informed her. “They’re upstairs keeping watch.”
     
    “Oh, fine,” she retorted, rolling her eyes dramatically. “They’re keeping a lookout up there when the beast I really need to be protected from is down here.”
     
    Michael’s grin disappeared, and he suddenly looked wounded.
     
    “Are you forgetting what happened earlier?” he snapped, bolting straight upright in bed and jabbing an accusatory finger in her direction. “I didn’t get into a bar fight over a pool table! I fought to protect you !”
     
    “Well don’t do me any favors!” she shouted, scrambling to her feet.
     
    “Fine! You want to leave? Go! Just go!” he shouted, pointing toward the door.
     
    In a huff, she spun on her heels and began to stomp toward the door with every intention of taking her chances with the other pack. Just as she reached for the door, it slammed, and Michael wedged himself between her and the exit. Her eyes were confronted with his chest as it heaved mightily with ragged breath, and her eyes traveled upward, expecting to see his face seething with rage. Instead, his eyes were soft with concern.
     
    “I thought you told me to go.”
     
    “I can’t let you do that.”
     
    “You don’t want me to stay.”
     
    “I need you to stay.”
     
    For a moment, Allison’s lip quivered. Her heart began to race erratically in her