“Here? Who’s going to give him care?”
“Well. You, I guess,” Michael said. “For the moment.”
Remy took a step back, wrapping her hands around her overalls’ straps. “The extent of my medical knowledge comes from the healers in theMerlinTV series and those healers have superpowers. Without superpowers, I have no idea how to heal a man.”
“You don’t have to heal him,” Michael replied. “You just have to look after him while his body heals itself.”
She guarded her schedule and her privacy vigilantly because that’s what kept her from feeling overwhelmed. “This is crazy! We need to fly him to a hospital so he can receive professional treatment.” The island’s dirt airstrip provided the fastest route to shore.
“It’s too windy,” Michael said. “No flights in or out for the rest of the day.”
Remy turned to Leigh. “What about taking him to the mainland on your lobster boat?”
“It would take hours to get him there that way and attempting it might injure him worse. There’s a storm rolling in and it wouldn’t be a smooth ride.”
“Could we at least . . . move him to your house?” Remy asked Leigh hopefully.
“Not with broken ribs,” Michael said.
“Here’s the deal.” Leigh pushed up the brim of her ball cap, then resettled it low. “Having a man who looks like a fallen angel—”
Remy made a scoffing sound.
Leigh’s expression turned disbelieving. “You don’t agree that he looks like a fallen angel?”
“No, I do not.”
“As I was saying, having a fallen angel drop into the sea outside your house is the best thing to happen to me this decade. But I work long hours on the boat. I’ll gladly help you with him when I’m off work. But I can’t watch him the rest of the time. He’s better off here.”
Leigh and Michael both knew Remy worked from home. She went to thrust a hand into her hair and her fingers knocked the side of her glasses. Why was she still wearing glasses? Irritated, she stashed them in her overalls.
“Just give him plenty of hydration,” Michael said, “food when he’s hungry for it, peace, quiet. Oh, and you know, keep an eye out.”
“Keep an eye out for what?”
“A lack of breathing or pulse.”
“What!”
“If that happens, give CPR.”
“I don’t know CPR.”
“Well, like I said. His body should heal itself.”
Should?Should?!She tried to think of any solution that didn’t involve a stranger with hypothermia staying in her bedroom—
“Shouldn’t be for long,” Leigh said. “As soon as his memory comes back, we’ll contact his wife. She can take over the decision-making and figure out a way to get him home or to a hospital. Are you okay with letting him stay here just until then?” she asked Remy. The serious look that accompanied the question communicated what she wasn’t saying. She knew Remy’s history and she knew why sheltering a man here was more than just a logistical challenge.
“Ah . . .” He was too weak to pose a physical threat. And she’d be a terrible human if she refused to serve as temporary nurse to a wounded person in need. “I guess it should be fine for a day or two.”
“How’d you find him?” Michael asked.
Remy explained.
“What could have happened to him?” Leigh wondered.
“Maybe he was in a fight?” Michael suggested. “On the boat Remy saw? That would explain the head injury and the broken ribs.”
