He checks his watch, but the face is smashed, and I wonder when it broke. Probably when we fell in the loch. ‘Damn,’ he says. ‘Why didn’t you wake me?’

‘You needed sleep,’ I tell him. ‘How are you feeling?’ I touch his forehead again. His fever is worse.

He rubs his eyes, squinting as though he has a headache and I hurry to offer him water.

‘Here, drink. You look dehydrated.’

He takes the bottle and swallows half.

I offer him a granola bar too, but he shakes his head. He rubs his tired eyes some more, the dark shadows beneath them standing out like bruises, then he stands up, leaning his weight on his good foot. He takes a step and his knee buckles.

‘Damn it,’ he mutters angrily.

‘I think your foot might be infected,’ I say to him. ‘Let me check.’

Liam reluctantly allows me to undo his shoe and peel off his sock. He lets out a cry as I lift his foot into my lap to examine it. I’m right. It is infected, the skin bright red and swollen around the site of the splinter. I don’t know how it’s gotten so infected so fast; he must have got dirt in it. I don’t have any bandages or antiseptic with me so there’s not much I can do. ‘I can go back to the cottage and get the first aid kit?’ I suggest.

He shakes his head. ‘You’re not going out there. Not by yourself. It’s far too dangerous.’

I look at his foot. ‘It’s only going to get worse.’

‘I’m fine,’ he says, reaching to put his sock back on, but he’s frowning, and I know he’s worried.

I don’t know what to say. I’m not sure how much antiseptic would help anyway. He probably needs antibiotics, and there aren’t any of those anywhere on the island. We need to get to the mainland for that. Liam pulls on his boot, huffing hard as he bends to tie it. He stands afterwards and stumbles towards the axe, sitting on the pew where I left it. I watch him as he swings it up over his head, wondering what the hell he’s doing, but then he brings it slamming down with an almighty crash into the spot I had been sitting in.

‘What are you doing?’ I ask, cringing at the splintering noise and worrying that it might advertise our location to the man, which would entirely defy the entire point of us hiding here. Having said that, he must have discovered we’ve taken the gun by now and I’m sure he’ll come looking at some point.