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Using the same foot, much like a kid who’d just started walking on the stairs, he went up another. It was a little awkward, but if it worked, I was all for it.
The closer we got to the top, the more his body seemed to rely on muscle memory instead of pure brain power, and he moved a little faster.
I was beginning to feel optimistic that he’d be okay once we got inside.
When we reached the cabin, I realized I had left the door open and winced. All that warm air from inside had escaped, and the cold wind had infiltrated the inside. I could only hope that the fire hadn’t been snuffed out.
At least I didn’t have to try and open the door, and I didn’t have to worry we’d been locked out again.
“Tiny step inside,” I told Liam just in case he’d forgotten.
Finally, we were safely inside, and I quickly spun around to slam the door closed and lock it.
I also pulled the shades closed that we previously hadn’t bothered with, hoping that would help keep some cold outside.
Getting up those stairs hadn’t been good for Liam though, and he slid to the floor.
I leaned down and shook him. He wasn’t shivering, which wasn’t a good sign.
“Liam, come on. We need to get you changed.”
He made a sound that could have been a moan or a grunt, but he didn’t move.
“Shit.”
I jumped to my feet and put my hands to my temples.
“Think, Chloe. Think.” I looked down. “It sure would be nice to have a paramedic right now.”
Liam didn’t laugh at my joke, but I didn’t really blame him.
I clapped my hands together. “Okay, I can do this.”
I wasn’t a paramedic, but I did work in the medical field. I’d had to do six years of college to become a pharmacist. I knew that I had to get Liam warm to fight off hypothermia, and the best way to do that was to get him out of his wet clothes and warm him up.
I sprinted for the couch and shoved it as close to the wood stove as I could without it catching on fire. Then, I threw off the cushions and pulled out the hideaway bed that Liam had slept on last night.
It only had a sheet and one blanket on it, so I ran to my bedroom and grabbed the others I had found in the closet earlier. I also went back for the comforter from the bed just to make sure things would be extra warm.
I brought the last blanket in the cabin—the one that had been on my bed—over to Liam and laid it out beside him. Then, I quickly got to work, getting his wet clothes off, which seemed to take forever.
It was hard enough to get wet clothes off myself, like after swimming, but to do it on another person who wasn’t helping was almost impossible. I was sweating by the time I pulled off his boxers—his last item of clothing.
“Sorry, Liam,” I said as I rolled him on the hard floor onto the blanket. It probably didn’t feel too good. But once he was on the blanket, I used that to pull him over to the bed. “Holy crap, you are heavier than you look.”
I did consider the fact that I might not be able to get him into the bed, which would suck because the floor was cold. But I would make do if I had to.
Before I attempted to wake him, I grabbed one of our beach towels and dried off his body and hair the best I could. I used as much of the fabric as I could when I got to his groin because it felt wrong to touch and see him naked when he was out of it.
I bit my lip as I studied Liam and the bed. I was going to need to wake him up a little to get him up onto it.
I crouched down beside him and sat him up. “Liam. Liam, I need your help.”
He groaned.
“Yes, Liam, wake up. I just need you to get up on the bed for me, please. I can’t do it without you.”
I placed his hands on the bed, so he could feel it. And then, although I felt bad, I smacked his cheeks a couple of times.
