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“Your wrist!” Rainne looked over at Joe “Check his wrist It was badly sprained before the blasts sent us flying”

Alastair felt Joe gently pull back his sleeve

“Yeah, it’s broken now” Joe glared at Alastair “Why didn’t you mention it?”

“I forgot,” Alastair said his eyes on Rainne

Joe startedabout insane Scottishto splint Alastair’s wrist

“This just goes to prove what I’ve been saying all along,” Margaret said “There are no tougher men in the world than the Scots”

“Aye,” Shona said “The proof is in the wearing of kilts in winter Takes a real man to do that”

Rainne started to giggle, and Alastair felt his heart ht to his woman

“Are you really okay?” he asked Rainne

She rubbed her thuht have a teeny, tiny concussion I feel a little bit nauseous Apart froet warm and stay warm for the next sixty years”

Alastair was grateful when the deep breath he took didn’t send hiony “I can help with that,” he said

Rainne’s eyes shot to his and he watched her s several ti the centre of attention, but he didn’t want to break eye contact with Rainbow long enough to demand privacy

“Alastair,” she whispered “You’re injured You don’t knohat you’re saying”

Joe knelt at Alastair’s other side and started bandaging up his wrist

“This will hold it ‘til the doc gets here,” Joe said