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I take a look?” I asked the doctor.
    “You got training?”
    Ignoring the blast of panic from Renee, I nodded. “I was in the
army a while back. Seen some similar injuries.” I glanced at Renee whose face
remained impassive even though her aura was waving around like it was
performing acrobatics. “Emergency battlefield stuff but I might know how to fix
it?”
    “We need that kind of help,” the doctor told McKinley. “You
trained for the cold weather?”
    His question made me thankful that I’d been at Franken-Frei’s
mercy for all these months. Oh, I’d seen cold weather, I’d been dunked in
sub-zero waters for my trouble too. Even the memory made my skin sting.
    “Yes, sir,” I said. “An’ I know that the doc here is not
specifically medic trained but she’s pretty handy in a crisis too.”
    Renee glared at me but I knew she wanted to help as much as I did.
There was a time and place for secrecy but what kind of protection team were we
if we just stood by now?
    “I was in Mountain Rescue for a while,” she mumbled.
    All I could do was stare dumb at her and blink. Mountain Rescue?
It sounded like the truth too.
    “It’ll do,” the doctor said, stepping aside for me. “Have at it.”
    I took off my gloves, looked at the pretty black-looking
appendage, and knew exactly where to touch.
    “Just hold still,” I said to McKinley. “This might tingle.”
    Renee started to murmur a warning but I placed my hands on his
leg.
     
    What am I going to tell them? What will happen? This is so unfair,
so damn unfair. Why?
     
    The heat shot through my paws and I felt like my skin was going to
burn right off then and there. McKinley groaned in relief. Renee pulled me back
from him and the room swayed.
    “You okay there?” the doctor asked me as Renee held me steady. I
fought the urge to be sick and bent over at the waist, sucking in my breaths. I
didn’t normally feel that way. I didn’t get it.
    “She got hit herself last night,” Renee explained. “She should
really be resting.”
    McKinley rubbed his stomach, the confusion clear in his eyes. He
was a handsome guy, like the rugged types that were always heroes in films. I
looked down at my hands and realized that I needed to get rid of what I’d
drained from him and soon.
    “I gotta go,” I muttered to Renee. “Bathroom.”
    “I’ll take you,” she said and hauled me down the corridor and into
the tiny cupboard-for-a-rest-room. “Aeron. What do you think—?”
    “Water,” I snapped. “Turn on the damn water.”
    Her eyes were wide in shock but she nodded and I shoved my hands
under the running water. Next thing I knew I was on my knees. The room spun. My
stomach crunched. I couldn’t breathe. I spluttered. Renee moved forward.
    “No,” I barked. “Stay there.”
    “Watch your head then,” she muttered. “You’ll be no good
concussed.”
    The pain increased. I gasped, the air drained from me. The room
was crushing me. It started to get dark. I knew I was close to passing out.
    “Now,” I told Renee.
    She stepped forward and pulled me away from the sink. I dropped
down onto my back and lay on the floor shivering.
    “Next time I decide to do this,” I said. “Hit me.”
    Renee pulled me into a hug and tried to help me warm up. I just
hoped nobody wandered in. What a picture. Me lying on the bathroom floor
shivering with Renee clinging to me.
    “At least the sheriff is fighting fit now.”
    Sighing, Renee squeezed me tighter. “We have got to find a better
way of you getting rid of the ailments.”
    I couldn’t argue with that, not a bit.

 
    Chapter 7
     
    WE MANAGED TO get me off the floor and headed
back to the sheriff’s office. The doctor looked pretty perplexed. He was
rubbing at his chin as we entered. McKinley sat in his office chair, staring
down at his fixed-up leg with a grin of genuine relief.
    “Maybe it’s just bruising?” the doc mumbled to himself. “I swore
there was a break.” He turned to me, a smile lit