One false step and you twisted your ankle, falling onto the soft snow, but just like a thorny rose, part of your face was burned by the snow. Once Nat and Travis found you, they brought you to the cabin again.

Shauna took charge of taking care of you, especially because she didn't even have many things to do amid the storm that was raging outside. You bit back a moan as you felt Shauna tightening the splint on your ankle. Jesus, how that hurts.

You tried to at least escape the suffering of the wet cloth against your snow-burned face, but Shauna wouldn't let you. You complained a few times, making Shauna move closer and order:

"Shut up."

Her tone is authoritative, she brought her hand to the back of your neck and held it, in an attempt to keep you quiet