“Apparently following doctor’s orders.”
Her eyes narrow. “And what exactly are you wearing under this?”
“Enough.”
“Russ—”
“Use it.”
The wind screams outside the shelter loud enough to shake the rocks.
Olivia hesitates.
Then wraps the coat around the smallest child instead.
Good.
I stay near the opening of the shelter, watching the storm churn across the ridge.
White haze.
Howling wind.
Zero visibility.
My side throbs steadily beneath the bandage.
Doesn’t matter.
A second later, Olivia appears beside me.
“You’re standing out in the open.”
“I noticed.”
“You’re going to freeze.”
“I’ve been colder.”
She folds her arms tightly across herself, glaring up at me through windblown hair. “I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
That only seems to annoy her more.
Good.
Means she’s distracted from shaking.
Then suddenly her hand wraps around my arm.
“You’re coming inside.”
I look down at her hand.
Then at her.
“Bold move, Doctor.”
