Forty
Tritium’s water was cold.
Just putting my foot in felt like plunging it into an ice bath. Or colder. Below freezing, maybe. Salt water froze at a colder temperature than plain. Maybe Tritium salt water had an even lower freezing point.
I yelped, and almost pulled back.
It wasn’t too late. I could pull my foot back and hop into the suit. All it would take was Gunfire seeing that I couldn’t do it.
The ruin of blisters around my ankle burned. I could have done without knowing that Tritium salt worked in a wound exactly like Earth salt.
I couldn’t ease into this. I couldn’t waste the time, the breaths, or the body heat.
I also couldn’t throw myself into the water. One careful step at a time.
And water always felt cold when you first got into it. The water here wasn’t stagnant, bu
