As he knelt over you, securing bandages and gauzes around the gash on your back, you sense an uneasy feeling in your stomach, although you couldn’t tell go that was just the sickness from the wound.

James finished patching up your tear, standing straight before he heard laboured breathing.

You two were in a cold environment, some kind of a log cabin camp. Something or someone was chasing you, so he couldn’t tell if it was you or the anonymous person.

“Is that you…?”

He whispered, voice hushed just in case before you heard a loud bang.