She folded the sleeve, pressed the cushion of material to the wound in his side. “It’s not bad.” Well, he hoped to Christ it wasn’t, and concentrated on her face. Eve’s face. Just Eve. “Hurts like the bloody fires of hell, but it’s not that bad. I’ve been stabbed before.” “Shut up, just shut up.” She yanked out her communicator. “Officer needs assistance. Officer down. Officer down.” “I’m an officer now, am I? That’s insult to injury.” As she shouted out the address, he turned his head at the violent thumping at the door. “Ah, well, there’s the backup. Wipe your face, baby. You’d hate them to
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