C. managed to get Al into the bed. He came around while they were doing it, argued a bit, but finally resigned himself to submitting. He was outnumbered anyway. Sirens were screaming closer by the second, so at least de Rocci and his goon squad wouldn’t be sitting around the house much longer. M. C. rolled her eyes and shook her head a lot when Aunt Kate used one of her concoctions on Al’s wound, but the stuff seemed to stop the bleeding almost immediately. Frowning, she leaned over the jar and sniffed. “What’s in that stuff, anyway?” “Some healing herbs, disinfectant, and cobwebs, dear. Now run into the bathroom and bring me some gauze and tape.” “Cobwebs?” M. C. asked with a gasp. Al, who’d been lying back on the pillows, sat up a little, eyes widening with alarm. “Cobwebs?” he echoed. Aunt Kate sighed heavily. “Fine, I’ll get the bandages myself.” And with a huff she headed off to the bathroom. M. C. sat down on the edge of the bed, and instinctively stroked Al’s dark hair away from his forehead.
