Cisco turned to Bear and snapped, “Did he lose consciousness at any time?”
Bear’s hands fisted, his anger was cold and hard, but Cisco knew it was not directed at him. “I don’t know. I got there and broke it up, but God knows how long they had been at it. They were going for the knife when I arrived.” Just the thought of it made Bear shiver.
“Did he say anything?” Cisco asked with a bit more compassion.
“Jim Boy talked to him. He is outside in the waiting room.”
“Get him, now,” Cisco ordered.
Cisco spoke to Brian, ignoring Bear’s looming bulk. “Mr.
Murphy, you have a few cracked ribs. The facial damage looks bad, but it is not permanent, I have something you can use for the bruising. Your breathing may be a bit painful for a space, but your face will look much better by tomorrow. I’m
