Chapter 10With the gentle touch of a nurse, Nicolaj twined the blue checked vet wrap over the piece of cotton bandage pressed firmly to the top of Westley’s left wrist. He’d waited at the car, arms crossed over his chest, jaw clenched, glaring at the asylum while he waited for his boyfriend to come to his senses. And when Westley finally emerged from the tall grass, caught in the deep shadow of the building, Nicolaj saw the blood. He’d cursed under his breath and gone in search of the first aid kit he kept stored in the car for this sort of occasion.
Nicolaj had applied a poultice of his own making, the wound not deep enough for stitches but still rather ugly. With the wrap in place, he began to clean up the supplies.
“I’m sorry,” Westley apologized quietly.
He thought of replying, opti
