‘And that’s it,’ Damion said. Finally, an hour later, Derek lay dozing, lying on fresh cotton sheets and looking, if not exactly well, then not scarily ill.
‘Let him sleep. But wake him after a couple of hours and make sure you get the best part of a beaker of fluids into him. More fever meds at five, okay? His temperature Derek probably shoot up again in the last hour, but nothing more before five.’
I scribbled everything down on a notepad. I was afraid of getting anything wrong.
‘Now you’re going to need to repeat what we just did, this evening. You’re okay with that?’ Damion wrapped himself up like an Inuit and headed out into the snow. ‘Just read the folder. And don’t panic. Any problems, you just call me. I’ll talk you through it all. I’ll get back here again if I really have to.’
