Wilkinson wrapped Stebbins’s foot. “You’re out of action,” he said. “Listen, you’re numb now but it’s gonna go away. All I can give you is some Percocet.” He handed Stebbins a tablet and some iodized water in a cup. Wilkinson also handed him a rifle. “Here’s a gun. You can guard this window.” “Okay.” “But as your health care professional, I feel I should warn you that narcotics and firearms don’t mix.” Stebbins just shook his head and smiled.
