She helped him into the house, supporting his weight as they made their way to the living room. Dave winced with every step, the pain from the knife wound pulsing through his side, but he didn’t complain. Cassidy led him to the couch, gently easing him down before rushing to gather a first-aid kit.
As she worked on cleaning and bandaging his wound, Cassidy’s hands were steady, but inside, she was a whirlwind of emotions. The fact that Dave had been attacked, that he had been in real danger, was terrifying. And the thought that she could have lost him tonight was more than she could bear.
Once she had finished dressing the wound, Cassidy looked at Dave, her concern etched clearly on her face. “You’re staying here tonight,” she insisted. “You need to rest and heal. I’m not letting you leav
