Becca nodded, kneeling beside the couch, one hand hovering over Annie's lower body. One leg was most definitely broken, if not shattered, and on top of that, Becca could see some lacerations around the blond woman's upper chest, along with an even nastier shiner than the redhead herself was sporting.
God damn it, she wished she had an angel's power to heal others and not just herself. It would be so much easier than trying to dabble in witchcraft right now, but she should at least be able to give Annie a brew to take down some of the swelling--if she could get her to swallow without aspirating.
"Here," she said, holding out the stupid card toward Clyde, so she could have her hands free to clean up some of the blood to see the extend of the knife wounds. "Read this for me? I don't think I want to know."