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he lifted her wrist.
    “I have no idea, none at all,” he said as Ethan handed him the requested towel. He pressed the dish cloth to the bleeding laceration that was soaking the back of her torn shirt.
    She arched away from him suddenly. “Ow! Fuck! You’re making it worse. Give me the towel. Ow! My wrist! Get out of my way. I need ice.”
    Ash would’ve gotten it for her, but Juliana rose quickly from the chair before he could say anything. She faltered and stumbled then fell backward over the seat of the chair and the boxes stacked right behind it. Whimpering as she went down again, Juliana’s head cracked against the kitchen countertop.
    Ash moved first, afraid she was going to lose consciousness, but she shook her head and started griping at him again. Ethan found another dishcloth and filled it with ice from the freezer then handed it to her as Ash helped her back into the chair.
    “I’ll call nine-one-one,” Angel said, appearing concerned as he and Joaquin entered the carnage in Teresa’s living room.
    Juliana held up her good hand, grimacing when Ash blotted again at the wound on her back with the dishtowel. “No, Angel. Don’t do that. Can someone take me to the emergency room? I would drive myself but my wrist…I’m right handed. Oh, that’s just fucking great!
    How am I supposed to work with a broken wrist? Son of a bitch! Ow-ow-ow! Fuck , what are you doing to me!” she screeched like a white-hot poker had touched her back, not seeing the rather large splinter of glass that Ash had just removed from the laceration. He was thankful it hadn’t been lodged very deeply.
    That had to have hurt like a son of a bitch. He looked up at Jack and grimaced, showing it to him. Jack’s and Ethan’s faces blanched when they saw how big it was. He dropped it in the trash can, and after making sure there were no more pieces still stuck in the wound, he pressed the towel carefully to her shoulder again.

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    “I’ll take you to the emergency room.” Ash felt one hundred percent responsible for her current pain.
    “No! Uh-uh ! I think you’ve done enough, Mister Helper . Jack can take me, or any of the others. There’s no telling what else will happen to me with the luck I have around you. I’m liable to self-destruct! Ow, shit! Will you stop?”
    “No, I will not! It’s my fault you fell. I’ll take you to the ER. Sit still so I can wrap this towel around your shoulder.”
    “ Don’t tell me what to do, you big, overgrown—Urgh! That hurts!
    Stop it!”
    Adam moved the ladder out of the way so Ash could lift her up and carry her out to the truck.
    “Oh, no you don’t! I don’t need to be carried! There’s nothing wrong with my legs! Son of a bitch, that hurt! Ow! My wrist!” she howled as he carried her out to his truck. Angel opened the passenger side door then Ash lifted her into the seat, which was too high for her to climb into, even if she’d been able.
    “Shush now. Let me buckle you up,” he muttered as he tried to carefully ease her back in the seat.
    “Did you just ‘shush’ me? This is all your damned fault! If you hadn’t come barreling in there like some idiot motherfucker, I wouldn’t be in this damned mess! You broke my wrist! You did this to me! I’m not going anywhere with you! Jack! Help me down! I’ll drive my own damned self to the ER.”
    Ash retrieved the icepack from Ethan, who stood on the sidewalk with big eyes, listening as the lovely and professional Juliana Meyers cursed a blue streak that brought Ash’s paternal lineage into question, made predictions on where she thought he’d end up after he died, and what he’d do once he got there. Ash rolled his eyes as Ethan handed over the icepack. If she was feeling up to that tirade, her injuries must not be life-threatening.
    Jack walked up to the truck to stop her from unbuckling the seat belt and climbing down. “No. Now, sweetheart, listen. You need to sit 34

    still and let Ash take you to the hospital.