The snow kept falling, indifferent to their survival. It covered their tracks, smoothed over the rocks where they had lain, and threatened to bury them in a shroud of white.
"We can't stay here," Caleb said, his teeth chattering violently.
He was pale, his lips tinged blue. The adrenaline from their frantic climb and the intense intimacy of their union had faded, leaving behind the brutal reality of their injuries. Elena’s shoulder was a throbbing mass of fire, but Caleb’s legs were shattered. He was going into shock.
Elena scrambled to fix her clothes, pulling the damp tarp back around her shoulders. She helped Caleb sit up, re-wrapping the canvas strips around his legs as tightly as she could.
"Can you stand?" she asked, looking around.
"Only if you cut my legs off," Caleb gritted o
