(Herobrine X Reader)...'s Sister

Chapter 11, Important

...Ya know, I was going to be a big troll and leave you all on a cliff hanger just for fun, but even I got annoyed with myself and decided to just update already. :]

...And that was like a whole week ago, so, I'm sorry for my tardiness.

...Oof, only at just above 1,000 words and not even close to done! Sowy, looks like a longer wait it is going to be.
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     "NOOO!!!" Lyla screamed, lunging forward in her sleeping bag and tearing desperately at the wall of snow before her. Tears filled her eyes as she desperately dug for something she knew would be a waste of time. Nevertheless, she had to try! Steve had just saved her from freezing to death; if there was even a sliver of a chance he was still alright, she was going to use that to fuel her hope. It wasn't long before her clawing fingers ran into something fleshy. Swiping her tears away, Lyla saw it was none other than Steve's hand still reaching out in a desperate attempt to survive. She felt for a pulse immediately. She felt none. "...No.... Steve.." Her eyes began to water again. She slowly dug around it a little more until the hand was completely free, and held it, dreding the reality before her...

     As her own hand began to warm up the frozen limb, however, Lyla felt blood pumping again as it was able to run through the fingers once again. Determination shot through the young woman as she felt this. Immediately, she began scooping more and more snow out from around the arm. All the extra snow had to be packed into the already hardening icy substance. No doubt it would be hard to dig back out. Within maybe three minutes, Steve's dark brown hair was found, along with the rest of his head. Lyla was practically tunneling at that point, having to shove snow around in order to creep closer to the one she was still trying to rescue. She quickly shoved her hand in front of Steve's face and pushed snow away so that he could breathe better. With that, there was a slight groan from the unconscious man. There was no time to think about how awkward it might be to chisel out the guy, she had just planned to tug him out whenever possible anyways. The only problem was, how would she warm him back up, and how would they get out? Questions to worry about later; there was still a friend to save.

     After a few more minutes, Lyla had pulled and pushed enough snow around until she believed she could finally pull him out, which she tried. Lyla grabbed both the guy's shoulders and attempted to pull him out of there. The snow was like a deep, solid, ocean however, and didn't let the man even budge. So, she went back to digging -- her own body back to freezing since she had long ago crawled out of the sleeping bag.

     "Come on, just.. wake up!" Lyla groaned as she pulled a second time. That time he did move by a few inches, and she continued from there until she finally had a freezing cold Steve out from under the heavy snow. Steve's jaw chattered as his still unconscious self attempted to warm back up. His coat had served him well, however, it wasn't good enough to keep him lasting much longer. Oh a whim, Lyla thought up an immediate plan without a single thought of actual functionality, or much else really.

     Quickly, Lyla lifted Steve as well as she could, which was more of dragging, and hobbled herself back over to the small pocket in the snow. There, she found, her sleeping bag, and after some annoying struggling, finally pushed her friend in there with a tired huff. Her body was exhausted after that last effort, and she desperately wanted to feel warm again, however the only other sleeping bag was the one in Steve's inventory, which she didn't have the time or ability to dig through at the moment. So, she sat and shivered, waiting for the time when her body would quit feeling so cold and fall asleep. She laid down near the sleeping bag, which held a finally calm Steve -- his own shaking slowly calming down.

     After a few moments of being kept awake from her own shivering, Lyla finally realized that if she fell asleep, she would surely freeze. And, she knew that it would be such a stupid thing to die just because you refused to sit through something possibly uncomfortable.. Choosing not to think about all the pros and cons, all the good and the bad, all the worries and alrights, Lyla finally crawled over to the sleeping bag and crawled in herself -- her and Steve back to back. The new cold she brought made her unconscious friend shiver much more once again, but their combined body heat eventually warmed both of them up so they were able to rest peacefully. Lyla, feeling so soothed after the internal shaking finally stopped, breathed her last shakey breath of worry for the time being, and drifted off into a deep sleep.