Frozen(41)

"Fine!" I snapped and began to wriggle my body to back my way out of the tunnel.

My shoulders hit off the sides of the tunnel with each inch I moved backward. I halted my movement when a noise from above me sounded. Just as I turned my head to the side to look up and see what was happening, snow caved in around me.

The cold of the snow stabbed me like needles, but what was worst was it weighed me down and pressed me to the floor of the tunnel. I tried to move, but I couldn't. I tried to take deep breaths to calm myself down, but breathing became difficult with the snow surrounding me.

Fuck.

This wasn't good.





It all happened in slow motion.

Darcy was shouting at me from inside of the tunnel one minute, and the next his upper body disappeared as the roof of the snow tunnel collapsed in on top of him. It literally collapsed on top of him and now he wasn't moving.

At all.

For at least twenty seconds I did nothing but stare at him then my senses kicked into overdrive.

"Darcy!" I screamed, and threw my blanket off my body as I rushed over to him.

I licked my lips and stared down at his body with wide eyes, and shaking limbs. My heart was slamming into my chest, and each pulse got louder and louder. I could hear each beat my heart took and my ears rang with the noise.

"Darcy!" I shouted hoping he would make a noise from under the snow or at least move his legs.

Nothing.

Not a sound or kick from him.

I really started to worry then, the thought of him drowning crossed my mind. I mean, snow was made of water and he was buried under the snow, which meant he was technically under water right now.

Fuck.

I had to save him.

I dropped my candle to the ground and ignored it as the glass bowl that encased the candle smashed causing it to blow out.

It was darker now, but the rest of the candles along the hallway were still lit so I could see pretty well.

"Darcy, don't worry!" I shouted. "I'm gonna get you out of there!"

I dropped to my knees and began to scoop handfuls of snow off his body. I threw the snow onto the pile Darcy created while digging the tunnel off to my right, but I had to stop because my hands hurt with the cold. I instead moved to Darcy legs and gripped onto them and pulled. I pulled with all of my might and the idiot's body only slightly moved.

"Move!" I shouted and pulled at his legs again.

I held onto Darcy with every fibre of strength I had and pulled again, and by the grace of God, his body moved.

It actually moved.

I was strong!

"Yes!" I cheered.

I scrambled up to Darcy's back when his shoulders became visible. I placed my hands on both of them and pulled as hard as physically possible, the wet floor under Darcy made him slide which made things so much easier for me and my arms.

"You're out!" I cheered.

Darcy was gasping for air so I rolled him over so he could suck in as much air as he needed. His eyes were closed, but his body was shaking. I instinctively placed my hands on his arms, directly on his biceps.

His firm biceps.

Stop it.

I began to rub up and down very fast hoping to generate some heat for Darcy to ease his shivering. All the rubbing was pointless though, unless I got him up off the cold wet floor he would just get sick.

"Darcy, stand up," I said.

He didn't move, nor did he reply to me.

That worried me.

I looked to Darcy's face and found his eyes were still closed. I looked down to his chest and saw it was moving up and down which relaxed me immensely.

"Darcy!" I said loudly, shaking him.

"Darcy!" Einstein called from the kitchen.

I screeched, "Shut up, Einstein!"

Stupid bloody bird.

I looked back down to Darcy when I thought I heard him chuckle, but I was mistaken because he was motionless with his eyes still closed. This wouldn't do, I had to wake him up because we'd be stuck in this house if he didn't fix the tunnel and continue to dig so we could get out of here.

Was that selfish?

"Darcy!" I shouted and shook him, hard.

He groaned and it caused my pulse to spike.

"Neala?" he croaked.

He was alive!

"Yes, Darcy, it's Neala. I'm here. It's okay, I saved you."

I was so proud of myself for saving him, too.

"Neala," he gasped my name again, and this time it was followed by a cough.

I frowned down at him.

Why was he coughing?

"Are you okay?" I asked, genuinely concerned for his well being.

Darcy coughed again. "I don't think so... everything is fading."

Oh, my God.

Fading?

As in fading to black?

"Don't you die and leave me here alone!" I snapped at him.

I may have still hated him close to ninety percent, but I didn't want him to die... I also didn't want to be left on my own with just Einstein for company.

"I'm... I'm dying... Neala."