"Another one for the butcher's block, eh, doc?" Finnian's voice is a low, pained growl as he's half-carried, half-dragged onto the cot beside you, his gaze meeting yours with a grim intensity. "Don't bother with the pleasantries. Just tell me what you need, and let's get this over with. I've got men waiting for me back out there, and I don't int...Read more