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It had only been a couple of seconds, but it felt like hours had passed as she tried to hang on to the branch and pull herself out of the water.
Micah jumped over to Lucy and laid down on his belly. He reached for her arms and pulled. She practically flew out of the frozen trap, landing on the ground next to Micah.
Lucy was so cold that she was starting to feel warm, which she knew was a sign of extreme danger.
“Can you walk?” Micah asked.
“I think so,” Lucy said.
She stood and her knees buckled. Micah put her arm around his shoulders, and she leaned on him as they made their way back down the trail. They were going so slow and Lucy’s eyes were getting heavy.
“Just a little further,” Micah said.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they got to Micah’s truck. He picked her up and tossed her in, like a rag doll, and buckled the seatbelt before racing over to his side.
The heater blasted hot air as she shook, uncontrollably. Her entire body was in excruciating pain. She couldn’t put together a coherent thought.
“Hold on, Lucy,” Micah said.
He drove as quickly as he could to the Inn. Micah slammed into the parking spot and pulled Lucy out of the truck, carrying her to her room.
Micah pulled Lucy’s freezing wet clothes off of her and laid her in the bed, covering her with the thick blankets. Grabbing a towel, he wrapped her hair up the best that he could.
Lucy caught a look of her face in the mirror. It was an alarming shade of ashy grey. She reached up to touch her face. It was cold and hard. She was trembling so hard that the bed shook.
Undressing quickly, Micah jumped into bed next to her, pulling her tight against him, and he wrapped his arms around her, hoping that his body heat would help warm her up. After about an hour, she stopped shivering.
Micah slid out of bed and looked at Lucy’s fingers and toes. They were the same color as the rest of her skin.
“Do you have feeling in them?”
She nodded.
“Can you move them?” he asked.
Lucy focused on one hand and then one foot at a time, wiggling her fingers and toes.
“I don’t think that you have frostbite,” he said, with relief.
“Th-that’s a r-relief,” Lucy said, her voice still shaking.
Micah pulled on his clothes.
“I’m going downstairs for some hot coffee and soup. I’ll be right back.”
Lucy laid in the bed, with the covers pulled up to her chin. She might have stopped shaking, but her organs felt like they were still encased in ice blocks. She closed her eyes and wondered if she was ever going to warm up.
A few minutes later, Micah came up with a tray.
“Can you sit up a little?” he asked, setting the tray on the bedside table.
She nodded as he helped her sit up and propped some pillows behind her.
He held the cup of coffee to her lips.
“Just sip a little at a time,” he told her.
He spooned several bites of soup into her mouth.
