Not Out of The Woods

                                    

                                          
 "...Shit." Clair said, sitting down next to Tim. She checks his pulse, frowning at how shallow it was. She needed to get Tim warm fast or he was going to die.
                          
 She looked around and noticed the woodstove nearby. She internally celebrated before she realized she didn't have matches.
                          
 She looked everywhere, sighing because she was unable to find the matches she needs. Then, she catches a glimps of something behind the chair with the corner of her eye. They were the matches, exactly what she needed.
                          
 She gets the matches and realize she needs fuel for the fire. She sighs, opening the door and heading outside. Clair hissed at the cold as she went out the door, closing it behind her.
                          
 She searches around for sticks and she finds quite a few of them in the woods. She heads back, to cold to want to do much else. She walked in to the house, lighting up the woodstove.
                          
 A pleasant warmth fills the room, making Clair sigh of relief. Tim for now was safe from dying of hypothermia. She went to Tim and dragged him closer to the woodstove.
                          
 She feels his forehead, cringing at how cold he is still. She cuddled next to him, stamina very low. All she hoped is that he would live till morning.
                          
 Clair woke up the next day, placing more sticks in the pile. She waits for awhile before seeing Tim stir. She smiled softly as he sat up.
                          
 "Good morning!" Clair says, hugging Tim, glad that he's alive. "You made it through the night."
                          
 "Mnhm... 'm so tired..." Tim said, continuing to shiver. Clair placed a hand on his forehead, paling at how warm he was. She pat his back, flinching when he made a loud yelp.
                          
 "Shit! Are you injured?!" Clair asked, looking around for any obvious injuries. She realized she was going to have to lift up Tim's hoodie to look for injuries. "Hey, can I look under your hoodie? I think you have an injury there..."
                          
 "Mhm..." Tim says, just barely keeping himself up. Clair lifted up his hoodie, finding a gash on his back that was very infected. She paled as she went to look for anything that could clean the wound.
                          
 She melted and boiled water in tje fire and she said "Tim, this will hurt. Alot."
                          
 Tim just weakly nodded and layed on his stomach. She poured the water when it cooled a little bit and he whimpered painfully as she rinsed the wound with water. She then went to look for something to disinfect the wound.
                          
 She comes back with rum and starts to pour it on his wound. He screamed and curled up a little, unable to remain still. He sobbed, wanting it to be over. His breaths were fast and shallow as she put the rum away and she wiped his back with a wash cloth she found.
                          
 "There we go... Now why didn't you tell me you were injured? You could fucking die!" Clair scolded, sighing as he whimpered. He laid his head head in her lap as Clair played with his hair.
                          
 Tim shivered again and she brung him closer to her. She frowned at how warm he was. She was going to have to get some antipyretics for him.
                          
 Tim sobbed quietly and with how warm he was, she could believe he was in delirium. "Tim... You are safe... You will be okay, I promise."
                          
 Tim just looked at her. His breathing was shallow and his eyes widened. He whimpered and got closer to Clair. He looked around the room.
                          
 "Breath..." Clair said, making an exaggerated deep breath in hopes he would follow. Tim did after a few minutes and calmed down some. "Good... You are okay... You may be scared and confused, but that's okay. I will take care of you..." She whispered.

 Tim just whimpered and got even closer. His head was tucked in the crook of her neck and she played with his hair. His head pounded and he felt awful.
                          
 "You should rest..." Clair suggested and he shook his head frantically. Clair just frowned and continued to hug him. "You need to regain strength..."
                          
 "Wha' if.... You leave...?" Tim managed to get out. Clair just frowned more and kissed the side of his forehead as he whimpered.
                          
 "I won't leave you... I promise. If you wake up and I'm gone, I'm getting fuel for the fire..." Clair says and Tim finally closes his eyes. The sound of quiet snores fill the room as he fell asleep, wrapping his arms around her.
                          
 Clair sighed, sticking close to Tim. She paled at how bad of shape he was in. She was going to head out when he woke up in the morning, knowing that would distress him much less than if she went now.
                          
 It was now time to formulate a plan. She thought about looking for a town in attempt to find anything that could bring Tim's raging fever down. She sighed, knowing she's going to have to do that.
                          
 But for now, she let sleep take over her, seeing that it was currently night time. She quietly snored, cuddled close to Tim's warm body.