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“No.”

“Have you ever seen someone go septic?”

“Fine,” she says. “So what's the plan, then? You're going to put some antibiotic ointment on it or something?”

“You might need IV antibiotics.”

I shake my head and pull out my phone, frowning at it.

“Do you know you have an actual divot between your eyebrows?” she says.

“Come again?”

“You frown so much you've got a divot between your eyebrows.”

I growl at her. “I'll give you a divot across your arse.”

“Sure you will,” she says.

This one is going to keep me on my toes.

I text Declan.

Need a medic. What can I do? She has a foot injury that looks infected

Declan

we’ll get this sorted, don’t worry

Worry? I'm not a goddamn granny.

Declan

Have some stuff sent to your hotel. Put it on and keep an eye on it.

You're giving me medical advice? You a doctor now?

Declan

Let me get Bronwyn.

What does Bronwyn know about it?

Declan

She's in nursing school. Did you forget?

Did I? It's a reminder of how removed I am from my family, even now. I want to be home.

A text comes from Bronwyn.

Bronwyn

Hi, what's going on?

Looks like an infected foot

Bronwyn