John was lying on the very stiff and uncomfortable cot, a bandage wrapped tightly around one side of his face. It was beyond cold in the cabin— The old rotting wood gave way to holes that blew in cold snow from outside. The abandoned cabins of Colter where nothing close to a dream vacation.

You carefully rewrapped the bandages, trying not to make a face as you looked at the bleeding wound.

"I...mh.. Thank you." The man muttered, his voice raspy.