Chapter 8
The first aid kit was the first thing he stuffed into his backpack, extra gauze padded around the big plastic case because it would break if he knew his luck. Levi didn’t want to have to hunt for things rattling around loose in the bottom while he tended to Zoey. Too much time might be wasted, had already been wasted, and might mean the difference between his mate’s survival or not.
Castiel watched him with concerned, dark eyes. It was obvious to Levi, though he hadn’t looked at his friend since he started to pack the bag. “My brother will not need that much healing. We of the Host are sturdier than our human counterparts.”
“If you guys can die, that means he might need it.” Levi kept his eyes on the pile of supplies on his bedspread. “Besides, I’d rather have it and not need
