He slid to the floor as soon as they were in the door. “Hold still,” she said, kneeling beside him and tugging on his coat. He gritted his teeth, but didn’t complain.“I’m sure it looks worse than it actually is,” he said, and she sent him a dubious look.“Does it hurt?” she asked, knowing it did, if only from the pallor of his face, the beads of sweat on his brow.“Of course it does, but allow me some masculine pride.”She ignored that and unbuttoned his shirt, aware of the warmth of his skin, the beating of his heart under her fingers. His pulse was strong, and that, surely, was a good sign. She peeled the bloody linen away from his shoulder and began to search for the bullet wound.“Ah!” she cried when she found it.“Is it bad?”“Depends,” she murmured. “It’s in your upper arm.” She tugged on him to roll him, and his breath hissed through his teeth as he bit back an oath. “I need to see if the bullet went through, or if it’s still inside,” she said crisply.He forced his body forward so her probing hands could search.
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