Chapter ONE - Weebly

stepping to a washbasin and scrubbing his hands. “I’d
say that’s the worst of it.”
Ethan cast a quick self-conscious look at Pell. He
had already healed that wound, at least enough to stop
the bleeding.
Pell misunderstood. Or else he was as squeamish as
Ethan. “Perhaps I’ll wait in the other room,” he said, a
wan smile flitting across his pale features.
“All right,” Church said absently. “Take off your
coat if you can manage it,” he told Ethan. “Your
waistcoat and shirt, too.”
Reluctantly, Ethan peeled off the bloodstained coat,
removed his waistcoat, and pulled his shirt over his
head. The doctor stepped around him and leaned over
to peer at the bullet wound, which was still badly
discolored, despite Ethan’s spell. After a moment, he
straightened again.
“I see,” Church muttered. “I take it the bullet never
actually entered your body.”
“No, sir. I was fortunate.”
“Indeed, you were. Still, it would have better if you
had cleaned that wound before healing it.”