The Son of Red Fang by Diana Sockriter novel Chapter 177

The Son of Red Fang

Chapter 177

“What I want you to do is allow the

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hand to do the work. Concentrate on what you feel on your neck as I describe what I need

He nods his head again but his breathing has tightened up showing me his nervousness.

“Your hand stays flat. Allow it to follow the shape of her neck.”

I allow my hand to sit there a moment, trying to give him a chance to relax. I move my hand slowly, causing him to tense and hold his breath. I use my thumb to rub gently behind his ear.

“Breath Cole. I’m not causing you pain. I’m just touching you.”

He takes a deep breath as I slowly take my hand from his neck. I stand and return to where Madilyn is, preparing to give her the saline and electrolytes she’s in need of. I watch Cole duplicate my actions, gently placing his hand upon the back of her neck. She stirs and whimpers lightly. I smile when I hear his voice softly consoling and reassuring her. I tie a band around her wrists causing her to pull away and whimper again. I can tell he’s keeping his touch light even though he’s moving a bit more.

She responds to him the way I need, giving me the mere seconds it takes to place the needle into her vein. She yelps and starts to cry but he’s on top of that too. He knows that she’s already done and nothing else is going to happen. Since this is only temporary, I place à bandage over where the needle is placed before I place a stiff board padded with foam under her palm and wrist before wrapping it with an ace bandage. I’m keeping it simple so I can remove it easily before we go to bed. She settles down quickly listening and feeling Cole’s support. I’m pleased and impressed with how well he did in a support role.

I rub her head lightly as I hook the large syringe of electrolytes to the feeder and set it for ten minutes. I look at Cole again. He’s playing with her hair with slow predictable strokes. His eyes are closed and his face is finally so peaceful that it seems he’s finally asleep. He yawns briefly before apologizing and opening his eyes. They’re glassy but calm. The slumber that comes from the Ativan is definitely calling his name.

“It’s okay to give in to the Ativan. Without the adrenaline I’m certain the effects are getting pretty strong.”

“I’m okay right now. It’s important to me to answer Madilyn’s question.”

“Madilyn’s?”

I had almost forgotten that she had asked him one.

“Yes sir. She wanted to know how I figured out how to get rid of the cramps. Just not in so many words.”

I nod with a slight smile.

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