“Need help?”
“Just with the sling. And a splint.”
“Look at you MacGyvering yourself,” Anna said, letting a small chuckle that made her wince in pain.
“We’re the perfect pair.”
“Where did you learn to do this?”
“That stint I did as guest doctor for that TV show. Bad for my career, but it will probably save my life.”
“Let’s start with the sling,” Anna said.
The sling had to be double-knotted around Asher’s neck in the dark, with Asher using one of his hands and Anna using one of hers. After several attempts, they finally managed to tighten it enough to support Asher’s arm. They both leaned back to rest, passing the water canteen between them, sipping only small amounts in case they ran out.
“I’m hungry,” Asher said.
“Shouldn’t eat. Might vomit. Need to check our legs.”
Asher let ou
