Daphne cried, dropping to her knees and checking on her friend. “Ben, can you hear me?” “Yeah,” he managed to say, though it was obvious he was in great pain. “I think he hit my shoulder, that’s all... .” Daphne had learned a little first aid at Our Lady, and she tried to inspect his wound, with the pitiful amount of light coming from Ashlee’s lamp. Meanwhile, she could hear Pete blustering, “What? What? What?” in disbelief over what he had done. “Damn fool,” Gabe’s voice came from the dark. “I knew the old man shouldn’t have that gun.” Daphne heard the sound of ripping fabric, and suddenly she felt the wheels of Gabriel’s chair beside her. He handed her a piece of his shirt. “Wrap Ben’s wound in this,” he told her. She accepted the shirt and got to work. “I can’t see it very well, Ben, but we can keep it wrapped tight to stop the bleeding,” she told him. “We’re all going to die!” Christopher keened behind her. “Shut that child up,”
