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Again, for the second time, she pulled them from her hair and handed them to him.
Going to his knees, he was almost out of steam. What he needed was some sleep. If they had to make the walk out the rest of the way, or until they got reception, he’d need to rest.
He’d gotten swamp water into his open wound.
Remmy knew what that meant.
He was a dead man walking.
Infection could set in in less than twelve hours with the kind of bacteria found in the swamp. He’d be dead in twenty-four.
Picking the lock, he managed to get back onto his feet, and went in first in case someone was there with a gun.
Inside, they were alone.
He leaned on the wall.
“I’m not going to be awake long,” he said. “I’m dizzy. I’ve lost a lot of blood.”
Calyx wasn’t losing him.
“Tell me what to do.”
Remington was grateful she was keeping a cool head, and not freaking the fuck out. He wanted to.
“Look for a first aid kit. If I pass out, get my wound cleaned, get some water boiling, and stitch me closed. I’m sorry,” he said. “We might not make it out of here.”
Oh, they would.
“Just let me take care of you,” she stated. “You just rest and try to regroup.”
What choice did he have?
He began peeling off his wet clothing, and when he was naked, he dropped onto the couch, passing out.
Calyx got to work.
She had a man to save.
Looking around, she found matches, and there was some wood in the cabin. She started a fire. While she wasn’t cold, Remington had goosebumps on his feverish skin.
She’d sweat to make sure he was okay.
He’d carried her miles in the swamp, nearly exhausted. It was the least she could do.
After the fire was lit, she found lots of water, and that was a good thing.
She started boiling some, and found a first aid kit. In it, there were the basics. It was when she couldn’t find a sewing kit that she began worrying.
In the hunting gear that the owner had left there, she found a fishhook and some fishing line. The hook was smooth, and would work.
She began boiling it, and hoping she didn’t make this worse. She’d been a hooker.
Not a nurse.
Oh, she’d spent plenty of time tending to wounds that Johns had inflicted on her, but this was a gunshot.
Taking a blanket, she covered his lower body and stared down at his face.
