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I watch out the window for him. My nerves are pretty shot, and I know something has to be wrong. Dressing in my snow gear, I grab his jacket and head outside. It hasn’t snowed, so I follow the tire tracks. They veer toward the cliff. Knowing it’s a hike, I inhale for strength and head out.
I follow the trail for no more than five minutes when I see it. The snowmobile is turned over on its side. “Easton?” I call out and immediately start to sprint. “Easton!” I yell, but he doesn’t reply. I knew something didn’t feel right. I run and almost trip when I see blood. “Oh, God. Easton!” I scream when I hear his faint voice in the distance. I follow the sound and find him propped up against a tree, surrounded by blood. “Oh, my god.” I run and drop down next to him. “What happened? How badly are—is all this blood yours?” I frantically survey his body. He’s scraped up pretty bad along his forehead, but when I scan his body, I see that most of the blood is coming from his leg. “Holy shit.”
“There’s a branch through my leg,” he groans.
“I can see that,” I say, panicked. “What do I do? Okay, I can tip the snowmobile over and drag you. Can you walk? Maybe I can carry you. I’ll drive us back. I don’t know how—”
“Callie,” he says my name. His voice is so weak.
“Oh, God, you’re bleeding a lot.”
“I need you to run back to the house—”
“I’m not leaving you!” I say, frantic.
“I need you to. Inside on the end table.” He stops to catch his breath. “There’s a CB.”
“Easton, I can’t leave you.”
“Plug it in. Press it and call for Sammy.”
I start to cry. “No, I won’t leave you.”
“If you don’t, I’ll die out here. Go. Tell him. . . there’s been an accident. . . tell him to hurry.”
Fuck. Fuck! “Okay, I’ll run fast. I’ll be right back. Here.” I put his jacket over him. “I’ll—”
“Go. . .”
I’m up and running back down the trail. My legs burn, but I refuse to slow down. When I enter the house, I trip and skid to the floor but drag myself back up, find the CB, and plug it in.
“Hello? Hello, is anyone there? I need help!”
“Yello?”
“Hi! We need help. Easton Cruz has been in a bad accident. He’s bleeding. He needs medical help,” I rush out.
“Easton? Alright. I’ll call for help. You sit tight.”
“Thank you,” I barely get out because I’m back out the door. By the time I reach Easton, he’s passed out. “Easton!” I scream his name. He doesn’t respond, so I slap him. His eyes flutter open. “Please, stay awake. Help is coming.”
“Callie.”
“Please, stay awake. You’re going to be okay.” I cry. Tears rush down my face. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. That I didn’t trust you. This is all my fault.”
He reaches for my hands and squeezes, but it’s so weak. “It’s not. Maybe I didn’t try hard enough to make you listen.”
“No, you did. If I had just listened, we wouldn’t be here. You wouldn’t be here.”
“I’ve only wanted to be with you,” he says through chattered teeth.
“I’m so sorry. Please, just hang on, okay? Please. I love you. I love you. Please don’t die on me. I’d never survive it.” His eyes slowly close, and I slap him again to keep him conscious. “You’re my world too, Easton Cruz.” I can barely understand myself, I’m crying so hard. “You said so yourself. It was fate, me showing up on your doorstep. It’s our second chance. We deserve this chance. Please. Easton!” His eyes close. I slap him, but it doesn’t wake him. In the distance, I hear sirens and engines rumbling. I look behind me and see a herd of snowmobiles and lights.
“Over here!” I jump up and wave my arms. When they get near, a man jumps off and runs toward me.
“Where is he?”
“Over here. He’s hurt bad.” He’s quickly assisted by a pair of medics and two other men, who lift him from the snow. Easton howls out in pain, but I’m thankful because that means he’s conscious. “We got you, son.”
