Tom returned to the road and found a broken piece of wood that had come off the cart during the accident. He’d noticed it lying in the dirt while assisting Paul back onto his feet. Breaking the board further, he made it the right length, and with Catherine’s help, created a primitive splint.
Paul was closely watching Tom get the splinting materials together and didn’t realize what Catherine was doing until she grasped his upper arm and said: “Don"t move.” The cold, wet sensation of the alcohol pad was noticeable right before he saw her plunge the twenty-two gauge needle into his bicep.
“Morphine?” he asked.
“Yes, ten milligrams. Also, swallow these.” She gave him several orange pills, “Eight hundred of ibuprofen too. That will help with the pain now and for several hours. It should also
