Seamus heard Reese yelling his name from the downstairs gym. He was currently doing an exam on Peter before heading out to check on all the other patients. He looked up as he heard the heavy tread from the young teen darting up the stairs. The door flew open, and Reese hurried inside. “Nix and Henry are both coming in with trap injuries.” “Son-of-a-bitch!” Peter cursed. “That’s one whole sentry team.” Peter threw his legs over the side of the bed and began dragging himself out of bed. “Reese, help Peter to his room in the house,” Seamus ordered. As the two slowly made their way out of the room and down the stairs, Seamus, Maysa, and Katie, who’d just arrived, worked to get the bed back into the bedroom with clean sheets, and readied trauma kits. Neto appeared with Henry slung over his shoulder, a steel-jaw leg-hold trap still clinging to his left arm. Henry shouted in pain at the jostling, and his skin was undoubtedly pale. A startled cry came from Katie. “Daddy!”
