Angus was entirely too tired and weak to give Jess any issue. The truth was that he'd never really been in love before, let alone to make a spur of the moment choice to elope and then to be gunned down in the middle of the night on his wedding night. He'd nearly died from a severe wound to his chest, much too close to his heart, and causing broken ribs and a collapsed lung.
The fact that Bella had been right beside him and had provided him with such excellent cover was, as best he could remember, the sole reason he hadn't died on the spot. Then, the organization had been so close and moved so quickly was the only reason he hadn't bled out afterwards.
Now he had a brand new wife and a three year old daughter. He wasn't alone anymore. He hadn't even given Bella the elopement they'd wanted. It was getting off to a rocky start. Bella spent most of her time practically glued to him, taking care of him around the clock, or as best he could remember.
He'd gotten away from her loving hands this morning because he'd asked her to use her portkey and go to Paris and had sent her as a courier to deliver key paperwork to the organization. He'd suggested she take Rose and let her get a bite of the luscious pastries from the patisserie across the street from the flat that the organization owned. That had left him to his own devices. He hadn't planned on getting up, but when things had gone so sideways, he went back to his duties to try to help.
"I didn't honestly know it would be so difficult," he said quietly to Jess. "I used to be able to do that without any effort. And I don't usually make my own potions mixes--really."
He had been trying to read, and he'd tucked the clipboard that Robert and all the other healers in the house were using to chart his healing. It had been in his way, so he'd tucked it into the bottom drawer of his nightstand. He hadn't been intentionally hiding it, but at the moment, he was hoping that Jess wouldn't pick it up and see Robert's new notations. Robert had made a notation that since his shooting, Angus had lost a striking 12 pounds, his blood chemistry was off and was showing not only anemia but several vitamin deficiencies, and he was dehydrated. Robert had scribbled a hasty notation that Angus presumed was about a potion he intended to make when he got the time. It was a formula in the types of shorthand Robert always used for potions making. It looked like it used bloody every ingredient in the lab, and looked like it had to be brewed very meticulously b/c the formula was lengthy and complicated. Making his own hasty mix in the kitchen had seemed to suffice Angus well enough, he felt. Perhaps Robert wouldn't need to go to all that trouble after all.
"If you get a chance," he asked her, "would you find me a new book? I've finished this one. Lost my wand in Italy. Broke it right in half when I fell. I need to get to Ollivanders and get a new one really soon. I can't have my family unprotected," he said, still worried for their safety. "Luther Burke is behind bars for now, but Tom Gelding got away. I don't want him going after Bella and Rose because of me."