Chapter Six
“Let’s get the shirt off,” Reid said as he started to unbutton it.
She grabbed it and held it together. “I can’t take it off.”
“Why, honey?” Warrick asked.
“I only have a bra on under it.”
Reid snorted. “It still has to come off, and depending on where the injury is, we might have to get rid of the bra, too.”
She gasped. “What? No. I can’t go around naked,” she yelled.
The three men looked like they were trying really hard not to laugh.
“After we bandage it, we’ll put you in another shirt. The one you have on has blood down the back.”
She stared at Reid. “It’s really bleeding that bad?”
Reid nodded. “Yes. I’m guessing it’s soaking the top of your jeans.”
Warrick cupped her chin and turned her head toward him. “Listen to me. We’re going to take care of you, and you’re going to let us. Do you understand? No more arguing.”
“I’ll be embarrassed.”
“You’ll get over it,” Warrick said.
She gasped and stared at him with wide eyes. When his expression didn’t change, she exhaled and let them slide the shirt off, but she covered her breasts with her arms.
Reid hissed. “Dammit, honey, this is going to need stitches.”
Her stomach twisted in dread. “No…”
“Fuck,” Warrick said when he saw it.
“Please. I don’t like stitches.”
“Yes. We’ll make sure the doctor gives you a sedative and is very careful,” Brett said.
“Can’t you do it?” she asked Reid.
Warrick snorted. “He can’t sew worth a damn.”
“Hey!” Reid said.
She smiled.
“Besides, I don’t have what I need here. You’ll need some antibiotics for infection.”
“We’ll be there the whole time, sweets,” Brett said.
She sighed. “Okay.”
“Let’s get the bra off and put another shirt on,” Reid said.
“Why?”
“Because the strap is rubbing on it, and that may be one reason it hasn’t stopped bleeding. Plus, your bra in the back is soaked with blood.”