Gale, Avery - Rissa's Recovery [The Shadowdance Club 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Avery Gale Page A

the med kit, there is a syringe filled with Ativan. Bring it to me, we have to get her calmed down.”
    Rissa was running around the room as if trying to escape a cage she couldn’t even see. She was running in to the low tables, and Mitch knew Bryant was as worried as he was that she would be bruised from head to toe if they didn’t get her contained quickly. While she had adrenaline on her side, they had years of physical training and size on theirs. As soon as they had he her face down on the sofa, Bryant brought the med kit and handed the small-dose syringe to Mitch. It didn’t take but a few seconds for the drug to course through her veins, and Rissa’s breathing evened out, and they felt her go lax as she succumbed to the sedative action of the medication. They’d given her a very small amount of the drug that was a part of most of the med kits all soldiers carried because they didn’t know exactly how she’d react to the drug, but they hadn’t been able to leave her in her state of total meltdown either.
    Mitch stood and gently rolled her to her back, brushing her hair from her face and wondered aloud, “What the fuck was that about? I was totally blindsided by that reaction.”
    Bryant leaned over and scooped her up in to his arms. “I have no idea, but it scared the shit out of me. Call Alex and Zach. See what they know, and have them contact Doc Woods. I’ll take her to the bedroom and watch over her while you find out what we need to do. I don’t ever want to see that look of terror on her face again. And knowing we put it there nearly shattered my soul.”
    Mitch reached over and grasped the shoulder of his friend and squeezed. “No, brother, whoever terrorized her is responsible for that reaction. Our responsibility lies in helping her heal.” He turned and quickly made his way to the office and Bryant could hear he was already speaking with Alex before he’d carried his precious cargo to the top of the stairs. Leaning forward to kiss her forehead, Bryant marveled at how perfect she felt in his arms. “You were made just for us, sweetness, and we’re going to help you recover from this and build a wonderful life together. No one will ever hurt you again, please let us love you well.” Placing her gently on the bed, Bryant tucked her against him, covering them both with a soft throw and just held her close so he could feel each beat of her heart and every breath she took. He absorbed her warmth and let his mind drift in to a state of relaxation while he waited for Mitch to return to them.

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    Mitch spent over an hour on the phone with Alex and Zach Lamont. They’d called several PTSD experts to confer via a teleconference call and gotten as many different theories and suggested courses of action. Not surprisingly it was Katarina Lamont who had finally barged into her husbands’ office and into their conversation that offered the most useful advice and insight.
    “I’m telling you…I have been where she is…You have to spend time with her. The only way to overcome her fears is to love them away.” While Alex and Zach had not been happy with her intrusion, and they were going to superhuman levels to shield their beautiful wife from anything and everything while she was pregnant, they both looked oddly touched by her words. “Holding her, talking to her, and above all listening —and I mean really hearing what she is saying—is what she needs. Well, that and a girls’ gab session with my famous margaritas, but since that’s not on the table at the moment…” Glancing at the glares she was getting from both Alex and Zach, she smiled sweetly and then returned her attention to Mitch’s image on the monitor. “Seriously, Mitch, I’d love to come over to the cabin and help, but with the weather the way it is, I’m sure I won’t be allowed to leave the house.” Sighing deeply in the dramatic way she was quickly elevating to an art form, she finished with, “But please, please