"Yes," Khaat said. "I guess we just needed some uninterrupted time to talk."
"You think?" Robert scowled at her as she undid the dressings on his shoulder. The bloor poured from the wound.
"Straight through," she said, looking at it closely. "There's no bullet in it."
"Brilliant deduction there, Sherlock," he said.
"It's hit a bleeder, though. How is it you didn't bleed out?"
"Edward cast an episkey," he said.
"Episkey won't do it," she said.
"It slowed it down," he said. "I'm fine."
"You're not in charge of this. Quiet," she said. She was glad for Jess's help. "If you just keep an eye on his vital signs for a bit, I'll work on this, Jess." She spent quite a long time, with her hands directly on the open wounds, healing it from the inside out, on both sides.
"Don't drain yourself to do that," he scowled at her.
"I thought I told you to shut it," she said. She didn't remove her hands until she'd healed the bleeding veins in his shoulder and had the wound closing at her command. She cleaned it and then bandaged it very heavily.
"Is all that necessary?" he frowned.
"It is until I say it isn't," she told him. "I'm pulling you off duty today. You need to rest."
"You can't do that."
"Of course I can, and I did. Michael and Jim, take Daddy up to their bedroom. Don't take any of his crap," Khaat told them.
"I have to go to the farm," he told her.
"No, you don't. We'll get it," she said. "Go upstairs and rest so I can wash up all the blood you've gotten all over my sofa. Go."