“Okay, inventory time.” I pointed at each item—the only things saving us from extinction. “We have one Swiss Army knife, a clear polyethylene sheet, a small axe that I guess would’ve been used to chop out the cockpit window in case of an accident—kind of moot if a palm tree spears it instead.”
I shuddered as an image of Akin’s dead legs filled my mind. “A pair of sunglasses, a baseball cap, a small medical kit with antiseptic wipes and a flimsy needle and thread, a hand-held mirror, a wind-up torch, and a packet of dried jerky with a use-by-date of two years ago.”
Turned out Akin had a survival kit but hadn’t checked it in a very long time. I wished he’d had fishing hooks and painkillers and a lighter. Just those three things would’ve made our life a lot easier.
Galloway said, “So...what you’re saying is we’re fucked.”
“Hey!” My head shot up. “Language.”
Conner laughed. “It’s okay. We’ve heard worse from our dad.”
Pippa nodded. “He liked the word bollocks.”
Galloway chuckled. “I’ll have to add that to my repertoire.”
“Oh, no, you won’t.”
“Watch me.” He glanced at the kids; they shared a conspiratorial smile.
I struggled not to give in. The relief of laughing helped soothe our stress. If a few colourful words provided entertainment, then so be it.
Leaving them to joke, I scooped up the items and tucked them carefully into the black drawstring bag.
Galloway coughed, catching my attention. He didn’t speak, but his eyes confirmed my previous thoughts. How could two adults and two children survive in a world where we had nothing?
The obvious answer?
We couldn’t.
But we would try so damn hard.
I stood up quickly. I couldn’t stay there looking at our meagre possessions anymore. I had to keep moving.
Pippa left her spot by her brother and came to take my hand. “My back hurts and my head feels funny.”
My stomach flipped.
Oh, no.
I’d tended to Conner’s wrist, but I hadn’t looked after Pippa. How could I forget about her bleeding shoulder?
Ducking to her level, I smiled as brightly as I could. “I know how to fix it.”
I don’t know how to fix it.
“Salt water is good for cuts.”
Maybe not seawater though; what with so many critters and algae and germs...
But what was the alternative?
Looking at Conner and Galloway, I forced away my concerns. “Let’s go for a swim. We all need a bath, and it will make us feel better.”
And, depending on how bad Pippa’s wound was, I might have to use the needle and thread a lot sooner than I wanted.
Nausea rolled through me at the thought of stitching up the little girl with no anaesthesia.
“Come on.” Not waiting for replies, I untangled my fingers from Pippa’s and stomped toward Galloway. I hadn’t braced his leg yet because he’d refused to take off his jeans.
Idiot.
What was his problem? He’d pressed himself against me in the woods, he’d come within a whisker of kissing me, and now, he’d gone too shy to let me strip him so I could help.
At least, he’ll have to undress to go swimming.
I held out my hand. “I won’t ask again. A swim will be beneficial.”
Desire glowed in his eyes (I didn’t know if it was for me or the thought of the ocean), but he glared at my hand as if it offended him. “I can’t stand.”
“Yes, you can.”
“No. I can’t.” He glowered at the horizon. “I won’t do it.”
Crouching, I ignored my ribs and dropped my voice so the children didn’t hear. “Throwing up is natural. Your system can only handle so much pain—”
“Forget you saw that.”
“I won’t because it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” I moved to his side and passed him the crutch with the slightly wider end. “Come on. Please.”
He looked up. For a second, the crackle of connection and lust sprang between us then dispelled as Galloway growled, “Goddammit, you don’t play fair.”
“I didn’t know I was playing, but if it means I win, then great.”
“Bollocks.”
I laughed despite myself.
Muttering under his breath, he wedged the crutch into the sand and allowed me to duck beneath his arm. Conner dashed forward to help lever him from behind.
It took a lot of pain and effort from all of us, but we finally got Galloway to his feet.
He squeezed his eyes. “This better get easier.”
I’d taken my shoes off while we ate and the sugar-soft sand oozed between my toes. “It will. Once it’s set and has support, the pain will fade.”
I’m lying again. I have no idea if that’s what will happen.
“She’s right.” Conner held up his wrist. “This freaking killed but ever since she tied the stick to it, it feels better.”
Apparently, my lies are based on truth.
Pippa followed us like a tiny shadow as Galloway limped and hopped from the shady campsite.
A ragged groan fell from his lips.
He swayed and I quickly pressed against him, allowing him to wrap his arm tighter around my shoulders.
My heart played a harpsichord as he trembled.
Holding him reminded me of how much I wasted my life being alone. How much I’d valued silence over nightclubs and preferred conversations with a pen and paper rather than flirting with a stranger.