“True, sir. But, our new president is progressive and forward thinking; he understands new technology… science… research… We might have to just tell him the truth and hope he’s willing to more than just diplomatically reach across the aisle, but to embrace the new supernatural reality, too.”
“When Trudeau returns, I want a meeting, stat.”
The call abruptly disconnected in Doc’s ear-that issue he’d have to deal with later. Hunter fell through a shadow with Bear Shadow and Crow Shadow holding him up. Sasha was right behind them with Silver Hawk bringing up the rear. The older man swept his clothes off the floor and began dressing as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Right now Silver Hawk seemed fully recovered, but Clarissa clearly wasn’t. And Hunter was semiconscious.
“That man needs blood,” Sasha said between bursts of breath, pointing to Hunter as they laid him on the table. “It’s a gunshot wound and overexertion-I can heal him, but Clarissa doesn’t look good. Bear and Crow are all right. Woods and Fisher took the POW in with Shogun and his men; Seelie prison until trial later tonight.”
“Let me work with her,” Silver Hawk said, going to Clarissa to stroke her hair. “The young one has been under psychic attack.”
“How are her vitals?” Doc asked Bradley.
Bradley shook his head. “Silver Hawk came out of the trance and went into the shadows whole; she didn’t come out at all. She’s still under deep and her breathing isn’t right.”
“Get her on a table,” Doc said, as he grabbed a blood pressure cuff off the desk and yanked a stethoscope out of the drawer.
Sasha was at Hunter’s side, but her focus was divided. “Can we get Dr. Williams in here to assist with a transfusion, maybe get a saline drip to get some more fluids back into Hunter’s body?”
Winters and Bradley lifted Clarissa’s limp body and Silver Hawk came over to place his hands on either side of her head. As soon as she was situated, Winters was on the phone getting a support team of medical personnel in that had worked with PCU during battle conditions before, including Dr. Williams.
“In the shadow lands,” Silver Hawk said quietly, causing everyone to look at him, “there is a thin veil between that safe passage and demon doors. This is why alpha warriors wear the protective amulets that always guide them into the right passageways within the shadows, lest they accidentally fall through the wrong portal into ultimate darkness. The caster of the dark magick ripped the veil, which should never be, and got through to the shadow lands. I saw pure evil in us attacking our men.”
Bradley stroked Clarissa’s hair away from her clammy forehead. “They had to have used spells from the Pseudo-monarchia Daemonum to call demons to attach to the sigils they’d already attached to everyone’s etheric bodies… Madame Cottrell said there was a backlash. I should have known…”
“We were prepared for the backlash,” Hunter murmured drowsily. “Sylphs… air elementals, attacked us at the attic sites. We were ready enough.”
“Lie back and rest,” Sasha said, slowly removing the duct tape from his arm. “That little bastard, Kiagehul, reinforced the spell when we lay siege to the baron’s lair. He knew we were coming for him, so he was trying to make it near impossible for us to break our bondage. You couldn’t have known about that, Bradley. It was all going down in real time.”
“Regardless… now she’s caught in a dark consciousness trap,” Bradley said, his voice strained.
Doc listened to her heart, checked her vitals, and removed the blood pressure cuff. “Her blood pressure is rising at the same time as her pulse is erratic.”
Bradley kissed her forehead. “My concern is that she could have a heart attack or a stroke… or that if her mind has been attacked, an embolism could be forming on her brain.” He looked up at Silver Hawk and Doc, his eyes pleading. “When demons attack the human physical body, they manifest illnesses that mask what it really is. Help her… please.”
“My Shadow Wolf healing is for natural injuries-like the one Hunter has sustained. The physical body is relatively easy to fix, because it dwells in the realm of the natural and the body will fight to help you help it. But a spiritual injury…” he said, allowing his words to trail off with a weary sigh. “This requires prayer and the intervention of the Great Spirit. I can only try.”
“Then please try,” Bradley said, his voice quavering.
“I think we need to move her to a room, get her connected to monitors while Silver Hawk works,” Doc said as Dr. Williams entered the room with support personnel. “Silver Hawk and I will stay with her, and if her physical levels drop, we can do everything in our combined power to keep her heart beating and her breathing… especially if vital organs begin to suffer.”
“That young woman sounds like she needs a CAT scan and an MRI, then to be located in ICU,” Dr. Williams said, looking around, confused.
“She does, but your staff is going to have to allow the shaman to be with her at all times, as well as me and her teammate, Bradley.” Doc exchanged a look with Dr. Williams that said, remember-we’ve been through something like this before at Tulane together.
Dr. Williams nodded. “What about this patient?” he said, referring to Hunter and then frowning. “Tell me that’s not duct tape over a gunshot wound!”
“Okay, so I won’t tell you that,” Hunter said, sounding worn out. “But that’s all they had at the auto body shop’s front counter at the time.”
“A bed, a drip, a transfusion from me, a steak, and a few hours of shut-eye, and this man is good,” Sasha said calmly. “But if you can spare a private room, that may reduce the strain on your PR Department.”
Dr. Williams walked to the door. “Consider it done in the name of homeland security for active military personnel… But anything beyond that, I don’t wanna know.”
CHAPTER 23
“I’m sorry about Clarissa,” Hunter said, looking across to Sasha’s bed from his. A double IV drip hung above his; one ruby-hued and filled with Sasha’s blood, the other clear, to restore potassium and other vital fluids and minerals he’d lost.
“Yeah, me, too,” she said in a distant murmur. “I feel so helpless just lying here.”
“Believe me,” he said, locking his gaze with hers, “I know that feeling well. But the doctor said for you to just give it forty-five minutes so you don’t overexert yourself and pass out-which could be very bad, depending on where that is.”
“I know, I know.” She looked down. “How’s the arm?”
“Better after your healing.”
She smiled a sad smile and tried to make a joke. “Beats duct tape, I guess.”
There was nothing to say to her that would change the facts. He watched Sasha slip back into her own morose thoughts, helpless to fix the condition that had plunged her there. One of her team members was critically injured. There was no way to make that be all right. Even retribution was a hollow win, when the only thing she wanted was for that person to be okay. He understood that, had lived through crises of this type himself.
He just wished he could have done for Sasha’s spirit what she’d just done to his arm, place his hands over the site of the injury… her heart… and allow the heat to transfer from his palms into that delicate organ… siphoning out pain, knitting back torn tissue and muscle. Closing up the hole left in it from the damage, until all that remained was a super ficial scar. If he had the power to heal the mind and spirit like that, he would. But even Silver Hawk, the wisest shaman of the clan, acknowledged such limitations.