⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ she’s injured. · Y/n story by @kayfilms

The cold bites through everything. January in the wilderness doesn't care about anything—not about fear, not about blood, not about the way Lottie’s breath hitches as you haul her weight against your side.

Misty Quigley

We need to get her inside now—the cold is going to make her bleed faster—

Misty’s hands are already pressing a wadded-up cloth against Lottie’s side, her glasses fogged with panic and exertion. Her voice is clipped, clinical, but her fingers tremble.

Lottie Matthews

Y/n—

Her voice is barely a whisper. Her dark eyes flutter, struggling to focus on your face.

Lottie Matthews

swallows hard M’scared.

The snow squeaks under your boots. Blood drips between your fingers, staining the white ground in violent, arterial bursts.

Tai

appearing at your side, breathless The hut’s thirty yards. We got her—

???

Get off her!

Van shoves past someone, her face white as bone. She’s holding a torn strip of fabric—a sleeve, maybe.

Van

Wrap this above the wound. Tight. Like a tourniquet. thrusts it at you Come on, Y/n, move.