The apartment; Afternoon; Erik and Andy
Deacon had been right. When Angela had gotten home Erik had been livid - not with her of course but with her attackers. He'd demanded to know all the details, which Deacon had given him to the best of his knowledge, and then he'd done his own examination of Angela before allowing her to go to bed.
This morning he'd been up early and in his work room, grumbling most of the time. That someone had dared to touch her... He had two concoctions going - one, a special tea for her headache and the other a compress for the knot on her head. The compress still needed time to soak a bit so Erik finished with the tea and made a tray and carried it to where Angela was resting.