'Alexey! Buy and bring medical supplies for tending to cuts and bruises. Antiseptic. Antibiotics. Bandages. Everything. NOW! " Ilya growled the message through mind-link.
After cutting the link he looked around the sparse room, trying to calm himself enough to think clearly and do something useful. Clean her wounds. Stop the bleeding. Yes.
He needed clean cloth and warm water. So he moved quickly, yanking open her small wooden wardrobe.
It contained a handful of dresses. A few shirts. Two pairs of jeans. Some undergarments. He grabbed what looked like clean cotton handkerchiefs from a small drawer. And he also spotted a small antiseptic solution bottle tucked in the corner.
Ilya looked around the room again, searching for a bathroom but there was nothing. Are you fucking kidding me? He closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm down, and let his wolf senses take over.
