know that with the adrenaline leaving, the soft edge of shock and relief had set in; now that the emergency was over, my body was trying to shut down a little.
Raborn backed up enough so the medic could look at it, but he hovered over the guy's shoulder. "Are they still out there?"
"Far as I know," I said.
The EMT reached for my arm. I pulled out of reach. "Let me at least look at it, that's a lot of blood."
"I'm a carrier for lycanthropy."
He hesitated. "I need to double-glove then."
"That's why I said something."
"I'll be right back," he said, and went at a half-run toward the ambulance.
"If they're still out there, we need to get them," Raborn said.
I nodded. "Yep, we do." In my head I thought, It's a bad idea. Out loud, I said, "They're faster, stronger, see better in the dark, and smell almost as well as most dogs, and they have swords at the very least."
"Are you saying we shouldn't go after them?" Raborn asked.
"No, I just want everyone who goes into those woods to know what we're up against, that's all."
"If that was a pep talk, you suck at it," Lorenzo said, and he was smiling.
I didn't smile back. I don't know what my face looked like, but it wasn't a smile, and whatever he saw in my eyes made his wilt around the edges.
"Marshal Forrester and I wounded two of them. One bad enough that he's being carried by the other. There's another one that was on fire, but I don't know if he's dead."
"On fire, how'd he get on fire?" Raborn asked.
"Backwash," I said.
"What?"
Newman was batting the female EMT away from his face. "Forrester used a rocket launcher."
"What?" Raborn asked.
"He used a LAW," I said, "Forrester did."
"Is that what scorched the back of the car?" A woman's voice, and I got a vague impression of her in the back of the group, tall, dark-haired, thin-faced.
"Yeah," I said.
The EMT with the dark hair was back now with another color of glove on top of the first one. He said, "Excuse me, but I need to look at her wound." He looked at Raborn until he stepped back. The EMT unfolded my arm, and only then did I realize my right hand was in a fist.
"What did this to your arm?" the EMT asked.
"Tree limb, root," I said.
"What?" he asked.
"I slipped and cut myself on a dry tree branch," I said.
"It must have been one hell of a tree."
"Yeah."
"Both of you come with us to the ambulance so we have more light to work," the blonde said.
"I'm fine," Newman said.
I just started letting the man lead me toward the ambulance. Raborn called, "I heard you were tough, Blake."
I turned, looked at him. "The days when someone like you could make me feel like a wimp because I let the medics work on me is long past, Raborn."
"What's that mean?"
"It means that whatever I needed to prove to myself, I did it years ago, and your opinion of me doesn't matter."
Newman's body reacted as if someone had poked him, as if something about what I'd said mattered, or surprised him. In the swirling color of lights I watched his face debate. Should he go with me to the ambulance or stay with the guys and tough it out?
I also wanted to talk to Edward in semiprivacy away from Raborn and the rest, and he was still by the ambulances. Besides, what I'd said was absolutely true. I had nothing to prove to anyone anymore. I knew how tough, how brave, how good I was at my job. Raborn could go to hell, and I'd actually matured enough that I didn't have to tell him that last part out loud. It was plenty satisfying to simply walk away.
Raborn's voice rose as he said, "You going to be a girl about this, Newman, or a man?"
I turned around, still walking, and yelled. "Yeah, Newman, be a man, keep bleeding until you pass out in the middle of the woods with shapeshifters and vampires after your ass." Then I went back to following the dark-haired EMT.
The light that spilled out from the ambulance seemed terribly bright and totally screwed my night vision, but Matt, the EMT, needed the light.
The blond EMT came to join us, muttering under her breath. I caught, "Stupid . . . men. Scalp wounds bleed . . ."
Matt had cleaned my arm and was squinting at it as if he either needed glasses he wasn't wearing,