James's p.o.v
It was warm for about a half an hour, then the snow came. It came in buckets and truck loads. On days like these I wasn't allowed outside. Even though I had fur, I would get cold to fast. For example, if a person would die out here in an hour, I would die in 30 minutes. I couldn't see my own hands in front of my face. Sky was shivering. That is what I'm calling the bird. I trailed my hand against the wall of some sort of wall until I found a cave. I decided we needed to get out of the snow and wait it out. I took off my black leather jacket and wrapped it around him, leaving me in just a black t-shirt. I held him close and closed my eyes. I keep hearing someone call out my name, but I can't tell if I am hallucinating or not. I answer sometimes but I can't yell very loud. I feel myself slipping away, so I scream "HERE!" At the top of my lungs before I black out into the cold ground below.
Zantanna's p.o.v
It has been about a day since James ran out of the hospital and I'm getting seriously worried. We already found his blood by a cliff and in the water bellow it. Something tells me to go south. It has been right so far. Finally we found footprints. YES! It's going to be ok James! We are going to find you and I won't be the damsel this time! We follow them until the snow has replaced the tracks. He can't survive in this temperature! Hold on James! We start calling out his name, and sometimes I think I can hear him but it might be a hallucination . . . That is until be hear him scream out "HERE!" They can't follow his voice but I know. When we where little, he would always hide in a small cave outside during hide and go seek. I find a small cave and I see him passed out, and holding something. I run over and worry washes over me like a tittle wave. 'I found him! Over in a cave! He needs help!' I tell the team over telepathic communication. I move the thing that he was holding to find it was a injured bald eagle. He stirs around a bit and goes closer to James. We get him abd James on the ship and James doesn't move, which worries me. He has to be taken back to the hospital, but this time I'm not leaving him. When everyone leaves, I give him a sweet kiss and I sit down in the chair. The bird is in an animal hospital right now but will be ok . . . The doctors don't think James will survive the night. Please don't take him away from me god. I don't want to let go.
