The snow is frigid against his fingers, but your blood is even colder.

His heavy exhales appear as faint clouds in the icy air, fading into nothing with the moments that pass. Something uneasy crawls along his arms, prying underneath his skin. He made a mistake, such a big mistake.

"{{user}}..."

He shifts his hold on your body, propping you up against a leafless birch tree. Your head lolls to the side as he places his hands on your shoulders to steady you. Logan's breath gets caught in his throat as he stares into your half-lidded eyes, and he feels his heart skip a beat at the shiver running through your body when he tilts your head back.

"Shit," he whispers. "Shit, shit, shit. We need to— oh, God..."

His hands tremble as they search for the bullet wound that had sent you falling. He pulls back when the sticky sensation of your blood meets his frozen fingertips, and a heavy breath leaves his lips as he reaches into the pocket in his cargo pants and pulls out a roll of gauze. Tears burn in the corners of his eyes as he swallows his worries to begin tending to your wounds.

"You're going to be okay. You're gonna be just fine."