When she went upstairs, Paul Johnson put almost all his weight on her shoulders, and even then he stumbled and nearly fell several times.

 

"Just lie down while I get the medicine cabinet!"

 

Marisa Darcyscrambled out the door and rummaged through the boxes to find a medicine cabinet, only to find Paul Johnson unconscious when she returned to his room.

 

The white sheets were stained red, his eyes were closed, and if it weren't for his ragged nostrils from the pain, he would have looked dead.

 

Marisa Darcycalled the family doctor with a shaking hand, her voice choked with emotion.

 

The good news is that Paul Johnson's wounds were external...