distant voice. 'Ms. Morgan? Matalina said I could walk in.'
Ivy's lips pursed. 'Stay here,' she said, bending over me until I had no choice but to look at her. 'Don't get up until I get back, okay? Rachel? Do you hear me?
'Sure.' My gaze drifted past her to the curtain. If I squinted ju-u-u-u-ust right, the gray shifted to black. 'Stay here.'
Giving me a last look, she gathered up all her magazines and left. The sound of the shower drew me. I licked my lips. I wondered, if I tried really hard, could I reach the sink in the kitchen?
Twenty-seven
There was the rattle of a paper bag in the hallway, and I tilted my head up from the arm of the couch. The room held steady this time, and a fog seemed to lift from me. Keasley's hunched figure came in, Ivy close behind. 'Oh, good,' I whispered breathlessly. 'Company.'
Ivy pushed past Keasley and sat on the end of the chair nearest me. 'You look better,' she said. 'Are you back yet or still in la-la land?'
'What?'
She shook her head, and I gave Keasley a wan smile. 'Sorry I can't offer you a chocolate.'
'Ms. Morgan.' His gaze lingered on my exposed neck. 'Have an argument with your roommate?' he said dryly as he ran a hand over his tightly curled black hair.
'No,' I said hurriedly as Ivy stiffened.
He arched his eyebrows in disbelief and set his paper bag on the coffee table. 'Matalina didn't say what I needed, so I brought a little of everything.' He squinted at the table lamp. 'Do you have anything brighter than that?'
'I've got a clip-on fluorescent.' Ivy slipped to the hall and hesitated. 'Don't let her move or she'll go incoherent again.'
I opened my mouth to say something, but she vanished, to be replaced by Matalina and Jenks. Jenks looked positively incensed, but Matalina was unrepentant. They hovered in the corner, their conversation so fast and high- pitched I couldn't follow it. Finally Jenks left, looking like he was going to murder a pea pod. Matalina adjusted her flowing white dress and flitted to the arm of the couch beside my head.
Keasley sat down on the coffee table with a weary sigh. His three-day-old beard was going white. It made him look like a vagrant. The knees of his overalls were stained with wet earth, and I could smell the outside on him. His dark-skinned hands, though, were raw from an obvious scrubbing. He pulled a newspaper out from his bag and spread it open like a tablecloth. 'So who's that in the shower? Your mother?'
I snorted, feeling the tightness of my swollen eye. 'His name is Nick,' I said as Ivy appeared. 'He's a friend.'
Ivy made a rude sound as she attached a small light to the shade of the table lamp and plugged it in. I winced, squinting as heat and light poured out.
'Nick, eh?' Keasley said as he dug in his bag, laying amulets, foil-wrapped packages, and bottles onto the newsprint. 'A vamp, is he?'
'No, he's a human,' I said, and Keasley peered mistrustingly at Ivy.
Not seeing his look, Ivy crowded close. 'Her neck is the worst. She's lost a dangerous amount of blood —'
'I can tell.' The old man stared belligerently at Ivy until she backed up. 'I need more towels, and why don't you get Rachel something to drink? She needs to replace her fluids.'
'I know that,' Ivy said, taking a faltering step backward before turning to go into the kitchen. There was the clatter of a glass and the welcoming sound of liquid. Matalina opened her repair kit and silently compared her needles to Keasley's.
'Something warm?' Keasley reiterated loudly, and Ivy slammed the freezer door shut. 'Let's take a look,' he said as he aimed the light at me. He and Matalina were silent for a long time. Easing back, Keasley let his breath slip from him. 'Perhaps something to dull that pain, first,' he said softly, reaching for an amulet.
Ivy appeared in the archway. 'Where did you get those spells?' she said suspiciously.
'Relax,' he said with a distant voice as he inspected each disk carefully. 'I bought these months ago. Make yourself useful and boil up a pan of water.'
She snuffed and spun about, storming back into the kitchen. I heard a series of clicks followed by the whoosh of the gas igniting. The taps ran full force as she filled a pan, and a faint yelp of surprise came from my bathroom.
Keasley had bloodied his finger and invoked the spell before I realized it. The amulet settled around my neck, and after looking me square in the eye to gauge its effectiveness, he turned his attention to my neck. 'I really appreciate this,' I said as the first fingers of relief eased into my body and my shoulders drooped. Salvation.
'I'd hold off on the thanks till you get my bill,' Keasley murmured. I frowned at the old joke, and he smiled, crinkling the folds around his eyes. Resettling himself, he prodded my skin. The pain broke through the spell, and I took a sharp breath. 'Still hurt?' he asked needlessly.
'Why don't you just put her out?' Ivy asked.
I started. Damn it, I hadn't even heard her come in. 'No,' I said sharply. I didn't want Ivy convincing him to take me to Emergency.
'It wouldn't hurt, then,' Ivy said, standing belligerently in her leather and silk. 'Why do you have to do things the hard way?'
'I'm not doing things the hard way, I just don't want to be put out,' I argued. My vision darkened, and I concentrated on breathing before I put myself out.
'Ladies,' Keasley murmured into the tension. 'I agree sedating Rachel would be easier, especially on her, but I'm not going to force it.'
'Thanks,' I said listlessly.
'A few more pans of water, perhaps, Ivy?' Keasley asked. 'And those towels?'
The microwave dinged, and Ivy spun away. What bee had stung her bonnet? I wondered.
Keasley invoked a second amulet and settled it next to the first. It was another pain charm, and I slumped into the double relief and closed my eyes. They flashed open as Ivy set a mug of hot chocolate on the coffee table, closely followed by a stack of more pink towels. With a misplaced frustration, she returned to the kitchen to slam about under the counter.
From under the blanket, I slowly pulled out the arm the demon had struck. The swelling had gone down, and a small knot of worry loosened. It wasn't broken. I wiggled my fingers, and Keasley put the hot chocolate into my grip. The mug was comfortingly warm, and the hot chocolate slid down my throat with a protective feeling.
While I sipped my drink, Keasley packed the towels around my right shoulder. Taking a squeeze bottle from his bag, he washed the last of the blood from my neck, soaking the towels. His brown eyes intent, he began to probe the tissue. 'Ow!' I yelped, nearly spilling my hot chocolate as I jerked away. 'Do you really need to do that?'
Keasley grunted and put a third amulet around my neck. 'Better?' he asked. My sight had blurred at the strength of the spell. I wondered where he got such a strong charm, then remembered he had arthritis. It took one heck of a strong spell to touch pain like that, and I felt guilty that he was using his medicinal charm on me. This time I only felt a dull pressure as he poked and prodded, and I nodded. 'How long since you were bit?' he asked.
'Urn,' I murmured, fighting off the drowsy state the amulet was instilling. 'Sunset?'
'It's what, just after nine now?' he said, glancing at the clock on the disc player. 'Good. We can stitch you all the way up.' Settling himself, he took on the air of an instructor, beckoning Matalina close. 'Look here,' he said to the pixy woman. 'See how the tissue has been sliced rather than torn? I'd rather stitch up a vamp bite than a Were bite any day. Not only is it cleaner, but you don't have to de-enzyme it.'
Matalina drifted closer. 'Thorn spears leave cuts like this, but I've never been able to find anything to hold the muscle in place while the ends reattach.'
