Jared watched as Emily cut away Mel's clothes.  He hoped the delay over their concerns for modesty wasn't going increase the possibilities of brain damage.  He helped Emily pull off the wet clothes and wipe her skin dry with one blanket before wrapping her up, almost like a mummy, with another.<br/><br/>"Let's clear some space, please," he asked those still hanging around the small level of the dwelling.  "I've asked before:  is there any way to boil hot water?  In a hospital, I'd be looking to soak her in a hot bath.  Failing that, we can perhaps soak blankets in hot water and wrap that around her."  He looked around the shelter.  "Can you build any kind of fire in here against the cold and damp?"<br/><br/>He took another close look at the splint at her ankle.  In the absence of a cast, a good framework made of wood sticks would have to do to immobilize her ankle.  It wouldn't be something she could walk on, like a cast might be.  They'd have to build some crutches if she was to get around at all, and not for a few days at least.<br/><br/>Once again he leaned over Mel's face.  She had been able to answer his questions out of the pit, and that was encouraging.  "Mel, I'm Doctor Jared.  Tell me how you're feeling.  Do you know where you are now?"  He meant the dwelling, not the island itself.<br/><br/><br/><br/>