Chapter Thirteen
I rushed Triplet to the second floor, into one of the empty rooms, and placed him on the bed. Triplet was barely breathing and bleeding heavily; in fact, he was in such bad shape that I was surprised that he was even still alive.
I was worried that we might not have a first aid kit on hand, but it was only a couple of minutes later that Blizzard and Ivan came up with a first aid kit and a bunch of bandages they’d found in the cabinets of the kitchen. It was Ivan, however, who did the majority of the work healing Triplet, because he said that he’d learned first aid during his brief stint in the Russian army in his twenties, but we helped in other ways, such as taking Triplet’s coat and shirt and getting Ivan whatever he asked of us.
By the time Ivan finished cleaning and
