“How much laudanum did you administer?” The doctor smiled. “Enough to ensure she would not interfere with my doctoring of your leg.” Taran scowled. “I see the good reverend filled you in on the details of tonight’s events.” “I understand a duel and jumping from balconies was involved.” “I would appreciate it if you did not repeat that business.” He halted. “Where is Reverend Gordon?” “Downstairs. I doubt he will leave until he learns what has become of you and your wife.” “I will speak with him.” Taran finished removing his britches. Pain sliced outward from the wound. “Turn that chair.” The doctor nodded towards the bench behind them at the foot of the bed. He got the clean basin of water from the table near the window and placed it on the bench as Taran fetched the robe laid out for him on the foot of the bed and put it on. He moved the chair then sat. Blakely retrieved his bag from beside the bed where Caroline slept, and the remaining bandages, then seated himself next to Taran.
