Barron held Emmalyn tighter, telling her how sorry he was over and over again.
“Move her over here by the fire place,” Daniel said.
“What about a hot shower?” Bane asked.
“I think I remember hearing somewhere that it’s not a good thing to do,” Brandt said.
“I never worked trauma, but I know that it’s common practice to gradually warm hypothermia victims,” Delilah said.
Avaleigh whipped out her phone and called Vince’s house.
Vince answered the phone. “How is she?”
“I don’t know. I need to ask Natalie a question,” Avaleigh said.
Seconds later Natalie was on the phone. “Avaleigh?” she asked.
“Hey. If someone has hypothermia, like, serious hypothermia, can a hot shower help?”
“No! Warm them slowly. Gradually. If you warm them too quickly it can shock their heart, cause more damage to them and it will be extremely painful. Slow and steady is best.”
“Natalie says slow and steady is best. Nothing too fast,” Avaleigh said.
Brandt nodded.
“Thank you,” Avaleigh said.
“We’ll be there soon,” Natalie said.
“Drive safe,” Avaleigh said.
Barron gathered Emmalyn up in his arms again, holding her more tightly against his body and started scooting backwards toward the fireplace.
Bam and Daisy both waited for him to get settled, then took their positions right beside him so they could both help heal Emmalyn.
Daisy opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder at Brandt. “She’s drugged. Heavily. And that’s complicating the rest of the issues.”
“And she’s got the head injury on top of the hypothermia,” Brandt said.
“Do you have any idea how long she was in the freezer?” Daisy asked.
“Barron?” Brandt asked.
“Maybe an hour from when Remi took out after the guy. No way to know how long before that,” Barron said, his voice subdued.
“Her Bear put her in hibernation mode to try to save them,” Bam said, smiling through his tears.
“Is she going to be okay?” Analise asked.
Bam and Daisy were back to trying to heal Emmalyn and didn’t answer. Truth was, they didn’t know, anyway.
A green mist began to form in the middle of the room. It made some of them uneasy though for Brandt it signified relief — his mate was home. Tempest’s form began to take shape. As soon as she was standing there in front of him, he grabbed her and hugged her. “What’s happening?”
“Emmalyn,” he said, gesturing toward the group huddled on the floor trying to warm her, wake her, heal her. He sent her quick visual images of how they’d found her so she’d understand.
Tempest nodded her understanding and tried to gently pull away from Brandt.
“No! You take on the illnesses of those you heal. Will you take on the injuries, too?” Brandt asked.
