‘Her breathing seems easier. We haven’t even had a chance to take details from you. What’s her surname?’
‘Winchester. Alison Winchester. I’m Peter. We’re staying at the Glenmore Arms. We only arrived yesterday.’
Evanna scribbled down the details and then checked the woman’s pulse again and gave a nod. ‘It’s ninety-five now. Better. I’m just going to clean the wound and splint that leg properly.’ She washed her hands, laid up a trolley and quickly cleaned and dressed the wound.
Logan replaced the phone. ‘The air ambulance will be here any minute and we’re going to transfer her to the mainland. They’re expecting her in the hospital. I’ll just write a quick letter so that they know what we’ve given.’
‘I feel better.’ Still pale, Alison lifted a hand to try and move the mask but Logan stopped her.
‘Keep that on for the time being. The drugs I’ve given you are obviously taking effect and that’s good, but we’re going to fly you to the hospital on the mainland just in case you need some more treatment.’
‘Will they keep me in?’
‘It’s likely, at least in the short term.’
‘Are you going to go with her?’ Evanna glanced out of the window as she heard the approaching helicopter.
‘I ought to.’ Logan’s eyes were on the computer screen as he quickly drafted the referral letter. Then he pressed the print key and turned to look at her, and she read his mind.
Kirsty.
‘I was just planning to have a quiet day so I’d be happy to have her,’ she said softly, and he let out a long breath and ran his hand over the back of his neck.
‘I feel guilty asking.’
‘Don’t. I love her, you know that. We’ll have fun.’ Evanna checked Alison’s blood pressure again. ‘That’s much better. You go and talk to them, Logan.’
‘Will I be able to go with her?’ Pete glanced between the two of them and Logan nodded.
‘That shouldn’t be a problem. Unless you’d rather take your car over on the ferry and drive. That way, you could pack a few things.’
‘Yes, do that.’ Alison shifted the mask slightly. ‘I need you to bring me my night things and my bag from the bathroom. And I left my jewellery in the drawer by the bed. Better bring that, too.’
Evanna helped them transfer Alison to the helicopter and then went to check Kirsty.
‘You might have warned me that she likes to pull hair. I’ve taught her to drive.’ Jim grinned and Kirsty laughed with delight and held out her arms for a cuddle from Evanna.
‘You and I are having a girls’ day at home, Kirsty.’ Evanna slid into the car. ‘Jim, do you mind giving Pete a lift back to the Glenmore Arms? He’s going to pack a few things, pick up the car and take the ferry to the mainland to be with his wife in hospital.’
‘No problem. I’m due at work in half an hour anyway. Do you want to be dropped home?’
Evanna thought of all the preparation she’d planned to do on her bathroom and then dismissed it as unimportant. She could do it later. Her head ached and she didn’t want to think about how tired she was. ‘No, I’ll spend the day here at Logan’s. All Kirsty’s toys are here. It will be easier to keep her occupied.’
It was mid-afternoon by the time Logan arrived home and Evanna and Kirsty were in the middle of an extremely messy painting session in the kitchen. She’d opened the sliding doors that led to the garden and a breeze cooled the stifling air.
‘You put your hand flat, like that,’ Evanna was saying as she planted Kirsty’s hand in the middle of the paper and rocked it from side to side. ‘Great!’
Logan stood in the doorway and watched. He loved the fact that Evanna wasn’t bothered about the mess. She’d spread newspaper over the kitchen floor to protect it and then squeezed paint into saucers so that Kirsty could use her hands and feet, and Kirsty was bright-eyed with excitement. ‘Whatever happened to reading a book or dressing a doll? I can’t leave you two alone for a moment.’
Evanna glanced up, saw him there and scrambled to her feet, her cheeks flushed. She was still wearing the shorts and T-shirt that she’d been running in that morning, but she’d removed her trainers and her feet were bare. ‘You know she loves painting. It’s her favourite thing and I can’t bring myself to say no. I’ve used plenty of newspaper so I’m hoping you won’t be needing a new kitchen.’
‘You spoil her,’ Logan said softly, dropping his bag onto the nearest chair and removing his jacket. ‘Amy used to hate doing anything messy because it meant clearing up, and she was always worried that Kirsty would splatter her with paint.’
‘Well, I’m in my ancient running gear and I don’t mind clearing up.’ Evanna carefully lifted the paintings and put them outside on the table to dry in the sun, anchored by jam jars. ‘How did it go with Alison?’
‘I think they might give her antivenin. I’ve left her in their hands. She’s in quite a bit of pain but her pulse and blood pressure have stabilised and her breathing has settled down. Hopefully she’ll be all right now but they’re going to keep her in for a bit just to check on her. Everyone is crowded around her, of course, because it’s such an unusual thing to see.’
‘I couldn’t believe it was really a snake bite. I mean—’ Kirsty was still planting her chubby little hands in the paint and Evanna stooped to adjust the newspaper on the floor ‘—we see a variety of accidents and illnesses on this island, but that was a first.’