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“Everyone just move back!” Isaac snapped. “Give Jack some room to breathe.” The kitchen was feeling stuffier by the minute with all the people standing around.

He had grabbed a scrap of cloth from a table and now held it to the gash on Jack’s forehead, trying to staunch the slow ooze of blood. Seeing Gavin’s wide, staring eyes, he tried to soften his voice, “He’s going to be fine. I’ve seen miners live through plenty worse. I just need to get this bleeding stopped.” The rag in his hand was practically soaked through. “You-“ he looked at the young man who had just walked in, “Find some clean cloths and bandages. Hal should know where they are.”

Jack’s skin still felt cold to the touch, even with him lying near the stove. Hopefully Morgan had gone to get a blanket. “Aithe, do you have something hot for him to drink? That should help."

Morgan barely heard Jack ask her name; the headache was utterly distracting. Squeezing her eyes shut and pressing her hands to her forehead, willing it to disappear, she backed away to lean against the cold wall. Her temples were ringing with the beat of her hear, but the initial pain was at least subsiding to a dull throb.

She should probably do something. Blankets. Jack was almost an icicle, and if Fiona was indeed outside, she would need some too.

The pub had a few guest rooms; not many, since Garrett's End was not exactly a tourist destination. But there were some thick wool blankets, and Morgan brought down as many as she could find. Returning to the kitchen, she stopped in the doorway, astonished at the crowd.

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