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activities they don’t want to do. Then I’m a jerk for actually trying? What do you want from me?”
“Simple,” she all but growled. “I want you out of here.”
Logan watched her walk away. Her back was stiff and her fingers were bunched into fists. He frowned. Something was seriously up. He rolled his eyes. “Fine, whatever. The less time I have to be around you, the better off everyone is gonna be,” he snapped.
“Dang it, I didn’t even get to try the bow and arrow,” Lucy’s disappointed voice came.
“Here, just take one shot while her back is turned,” Colt said. “What’s she gonna do? Fire you too?”
Logan ran over in his mind the way the weapons had been stored in that structure. They’d all been hanging, like they’d each had their own proper place. It had been more like an armory than anything else. Why would any normal human store a bunch of medieval weapons like that? It was weird. And if she had no intention of letting the kids use them, or even see them, why were they there?
Right as he was about to start after her and continue the confrontation, a searing pain split through his shoulder and he swore it had caught fire. He smothered a roar of pain and looked down.
“Oh my gosh!” Lucy shrieked.
Logan’s eyes widened and he felt all of the color drain out of his face as he stared at the arrow protruding from his arm.
“You shot him!” Doug shouted. “Lucy! You shot him!”
Lucy screamed. Logan forced his breakfast to stay put as his head spun in a nauseating way from sheer shock. He felt like he had fire licking up and down his entire arm.
“Logan, are you all right?” Darien was at his side in a matter of seconds, as were all of the other kids. Lucy’s scream had even brought Willow charging back.
At least she wasn’t yelling at him anymore.
“Get back, everyone. Give him some space.” She shooed everyone out of the way and studied his shoulder. “Well, at least it’s only your arm,” she remarked. “It could be a lot worse.”
He managed to give a derisive snort. “Yeah, it could have been my head. Must not be your lucky day.”
She looked up at him. “Oh, come on—”
“Look, are you going to get me to some sort of medical facility, or am I going to have to yank this out myself and cauterize it like a friggin’ cowboy?”
She shook her head. “Of course, let’s get you to the clinic.” She looked over her shoulder. “Darien, can you put all of these away before someone else gets hurt?”
Darien nodded and handed the sobbing Lucy over to Colt, who hugged her close and tried to console her. Logan staggered after Willow as she hurried him toward the clinic. He wondered, not for the first time since he’d gotten there, what kind of bizarre world he had managed to fall victim to. Trail mix maces, arrows in the arm, hot women who hated him… There had to be a hidden camera somewhere. This all had to be some elaborate practical joke. It was the only thing that made any sort of sense…
* * * *
His arm friggin’ hurt. Period. Okay, sure, he was a tough guy. He’d had plenty of broken bones, scrapes and scratches, but an arrow in the arm? That was definitely a first. He sighed as he stared out into the trees, much like he had done the day before. They’d had to actually drive him to the hospital, much to his humiliation, because the doctor at the camp had been so bewildered she’d said it would be best if they got a second opinion. She had no way of seeing if the arrow point had scraped the bone, or done any tissue damage. So Logan had sat in the emergency room for upwards of three hours, with an arrow sticking out of his stinkin’ shoulder, just waiting for one of the doctors to actually give a crap and check him out. It had been the longest three hours of his life. Sitting in silence next to Willow, bleeding…
The doctor told him he’d been lucky, that there’d been no real damage done, had removed the arrow, given him a few stitches, stuck a
“Simple,” she all but growled. “I want you out of here.”
Logan watched her walk away. Her back was stiff and her fingers were bunched into fists. He frowned. Something was seriously up. He rolled his eyes. “Fine, whatever. The less time I have to be around you, the better off everyone is gonna be,” he snapped.
“Dang it, I didn’t even get to try the bow and arrow,” Lucy’s disappointed voice came.
“Here, just take one shot while her back is turned,” Colt said. “What’s she gonna do? Fire you too?”
Logan ran over in his mind the way the weapons had been stored in that structure. They’d all been hanging, like they’d each had their own proper place. It had been more like an armory than anything else. Why would any normal human store a bunch of medieval weapons like that? It was weird. And if she had no intention of letting the kids use them, or even see them, why were they there?
Right as he was about to start after her and continue the confrontation, a searing pain split through his shoulder and he swore it had caught fire. He smothered a roar of pain and looked down.
“Oh my gosh!” Lucy shrieked.
Logan’s eyes widened and he felt all of the color drain out of his face as he stared at the arrow protruding from his arm.
“You shot him!” Doug shouted. “Lucy! You shot him!”
Lucy screamed. Logan forced his breakfast to stay put as his head spun in a nauseating way from sheer shock. He felt like he had fire licking up and down his entire arm.
“Logan, are you all right?” Darien was at his side in a matter of seconds, as were all of the other kids. Lucy’s scream had even brought Willow charging back.
At least she wasn’t yelling at him anymore.
“Get back, everyone. Give him some space.” She shooed everyone out of the way and studied his shoulder. “Well, at least it’s only your arm,” she remarked. “It could be a lot worse.”
He managed to give a derisive snort. “Yeah, it could have been my head. Must not be your lucky day.”
She looked up at him. “Oh, come on—”
“Look, are you going to get me to some sort of medical facility, or am I going to have to yank this out myself and cauterize it like a friggin’ cowboy?”
She shook her head. “Of course, let’s get you to the clinic.” She looked over her shoulder. “Darien, can you put all of these away before someone else gets hurt?”
Darien nodded and handed the sobbing Lucy over to Colt, who hugged her close and tried to console her. Logan staggered after Willow as she hurried him toward the clinic. He wondered, not for the first time since he’d gotten there, what kind of bizarre world he had managed to fall victim to. Trail mix maces, arrows in the arm, hot women who hated him… There had to be a hidden camera somewhere. This all had to be some elaborate practical joke. It was the only thing that made any sort of sense…
* * * *
His arm friggin’ hurt. Period. Okay, sure, he was a tough guy. He’d had plenty of broken bones, scrapes and scratches, but an arrow in the arm? That was definitely a first. He sighed as he stared out into the trees, much like he had done the day before. They’d had to actually drive him to the hospital, much to his humiliation, because the doctor at the camp had been so bewildered she’d said it would be best if they got a second opinion. She had no way of seeing if the arrow point had scraped the bone, or done any tissue damage. So Logan had sat in the emergency room for upwards of three hours, with an arrow sticking out of his stinkin’ shoulder, just waiting for one of the doctors to actually give a crap and check him out. It had been the longest three hours of his life. Sitting in silence next to Willow, bleeding…
The doctor told him he’d been lucky, that there’d been no real damage done, had removed the arrow, given him a few stitches, stuck a
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