She shook her head and then flinched.
“Again, try not to move too much. I need to get Jasper sorted. He’s bleeding.”
Mara turned pale when she saw the blood.
“Is he alive?”
“Yes.”
Ewan’s team and the EMTs bustled into the room. Once I’d staunched the flow of blood on Jasper’s head, we loaded them both into the ambulance.
It wasn’t long until we reached my office.
Abigail met us there. I didn’t bother to ask how she’d known. I felt it was a safe assumption that Henry had told her what happened.
“Tell me what you need,” she said.
“Let’s clean the wound and do an MRI. He whacked his head pretty hard when he went down,” I said. “I think he may have hit the banister.”
“What about Mara?”
“I’m fine,” Mara squeaked. “Except it feels like I’ve been punched in the chest.”
Abigail glanced at her worriedly.
“From the burn marks on their chests, we think they were both tasered,” I said.
We wheeled them both to the back room. The MRI was in a room just off of the main labs. It had its own space, since it couldn’t be around metal objects.
I took off Jasper’s piercings in his ears and eyebrow, while she set everything up.
“Can I go home?” Mara asked. “I’m so tired.”
“You need to stay with me overnight,” I said. “Ewan, can you put her in one of the surgical suites?” We had some hospital rooms where we kept patients overnight if necessary.
He nodded.
“I don’t need that,” Mara complained. “I need something for my headache and my chest, and I’ll be good to go.”
“No,” Ewan said. “You’ll be doing what the doctor said.”
“What about the scene?” I asked. “Don’t you need to get back to that? What if the attacker left some DNA?”
“Doubtful, but Henry is there running the scene. No need to worry. Focus on our friends.”
He sounded frustrated, and I didn’t blame him. My snooping could have killed all of us.
“What’s going on?” Jasper said from his bed. “Why am I bleeding?”
His being conscious was a good sign. I explained what was going on.
“I’m OK,” Jasper said. “Why do my chest and head hurt, though?
More explanations.
“Just to be safe, I’m running an MRI,” I said. “We can’t be too careful when it comes to head wounds.”
A few hours later, the patients were resting on my couch. It wasn’t the first time we’d all sacked out on the huge U-shaped sofa.