He felt his heart restart when her fingers gripped him. Still alive. She was still alive.
Somehow, he managed to half drag half carry her to the cabin, putting her down in a snow-dusted chair on the porch, while he tried to find a way in. The place had obviously been closed up for the winter but with a prodigious use of his elbow and the shattering properties of glass, he managed to find a way inside. He hefted her back up, dragging her in and laying her down on the thankfully queen sized mattress. It wasn’t made, but there were blankets and he piled them on her before quickly throwing some wood into the fireplace. It took almost twenty minutes to get the fire started and to get the broken window sealed up before he could return to her. She looked deathly pale, her breathing shallow.
His own clothes were soaked, now, the snow melted through, and he stripped off quickly before scrambling under the blankets with her. Fuck, she was cold.
“Come on,” he whispered, drawing her up against his chest and wrapping his arms around her, careful to miss the wound as he rubbed her down, generating heat with friction.
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Somehow, he managed to half drag half carry her to the cabin, putting her down in a snow-dusted chair on the porch, while he tried to find a way in. The place had obviously been closed up for the winter but with a prodigious use of his elbow and the shattering properties of glass, he managed to find a way inside. He hefted her back up, dragging her in and laying her down on the thankfully queen sized mattress. It wasn’t made, but there were blankets and he piled them on her before quickly throwing some wood into the fireplace. It took almost twenty minutes to get the fire started and to get the broken window sealed up before he could return to her. She looked deathly pale, her breathing shallow.
His own clothes were soaked, now, the snow melted through, and he stripped off quickly before scrambling under the blankets with her. Fuck, she was cold.
“Come on,” he whispered, drawing her up against his chest and wrapping his arms around her, careful to miss the wound as he rubbed her down, generating heat with friction.
“Come on, you made it this far—“