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flashlight I found earlier in his backpack to dig through
it looking for antibiotics but find nothing. I melt some snow on
the remains of the fire, wet a rag and bathe his face in the warm
water.
    The storm seems to be letting up some but it
looks like it left at least a foot of new snow. I hope it will pass
before morning so Goose can come pick us up. I don't like the fact
that Dylan is running such a high fever. I wake him enough to get
him to swallow some more ibuprofen and continue to bathe his face
and neck in the warm water.
    I haven't been able to understand much of
what Dylan has been mumbling in his sleep. I gathered that Elena
was or is someone important in his life. I don't understand why but
that knowledge causes a dull ache somewhere near my heart. I keep
telling myself it doesn't matter. Dylan can never be anything to
me. I can never let myself get close to any man. Thinking about the
night I pause. I did enjoy lying next to Dylan with his arm draped
loosely around my waist. I felt safe and it has been a long time
since I have felt safe. I am hoping that maybe Dylan will be the
one I can depend on to escort me when I am ready to venture back
out into the public. Of course that will depend on what Elena is to
him.
    When Dylan's fever breaks, I throw more wood
on the fire and climb back into the nest next to him and cover both
of us with another thermal blanket I found in the backpack and
drift back into a dreamless sleep.
    Dylan comes awake slowly as dawn is breaking.
His shoulder is aching and his head is pounding. He becomes aware
of the unfamiliar sensation of a warm body curled up next to him
and he opens his eyes and recognizes Skye. She is sleeping soundly
so he relaxes thinking back over all she told him the night before.
She still hasn't told him exactly what happened to make her afraid
of men but he has a pretty good idea from things she has told him.
She obviously was brutally raped by someone. He would like to get
his hands on that bastard and rip him limb from limb. Knowing
Barry, the bastard has probably already paid for his sins. She did
say that Barry saved her life that time. It warms his soul to know
that Skye is beginning to trust him enough to sleep so soundly
curled up next to him after what she has been through. He swears he
will never do anything to betray that trust.
    He needs to relieve himself and take some
more ibuprofen for the pain in his shoulder. He sure doesn't want
the fever to go up again. He carefully uncurls himself from around
Skye and climbs from their warm nest. The bitter cold causes him to
immediately start shivering. He puts logs on the fire and coffee on
to boil and swallows four ibuprofen tablets. The storm seems to
have passed, at least for the time being so he radios Goose to come
and pick them up. He also requests that he bring some antibiotics
if he can get his hands on some. He remembers Skye waking him in
the night to take more ibuprofen and he had been burning up with
fever. Goose tells him he will be at the pickup site in a couple of
hours.
    He kneels by the nest and gently shakes Skye,
"Wakeup sleepyhead."
    Smiling I stretch and open my eyes, "I'm glad
to see you up and feeling better. I was worried during the night
when your fever got up so high."
    "I must have had a really good nurse because
I am feeling better. Goose will be here in a couple of hours. Let's
get some breakfast and get this place cleaned up."
    After a quick breakfast of oatmeal we head to
the pickup site. The going is slow because Dylan is still weak from
the loss of blood. Skye has to support him from time to time just
to keep him on his feet.
    Just as they top the hill to the site, Goose
is bringing the helicopter down for a landing. Because he is a
medic, Goose demands to see Dylan's shoulder before he will agree
to take off for Wyoming. He examines Skye's handiwork, "Wow, good
job Skye. Once we get these antibiotics down him and he has some
time to rest and build up his strength he should