StartNovelChapter 1026: One small wooden cabin had been completely flattened its shape barely recognizable.
In front of it, a cluster of people stood: sin rescue gear, others looking more like mercenaries than medics.
In the middle of it all, Camille was kneeling in the snow, holding Albin tightly in her arms.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis eyes were shut, his breathing so faint that you had to look closely to know it was there at all. If the doctor hadn't confirmed he was alive, Camille might've thought he was already gone.
She pressed two fingers against his chest, searching for that tiny, fragile heartbeat-and when she felt it, the tears just poured out.
"Albin, please! Wake up!" she sobbed, shaking him gently. "Didn't you say you wanted to be with me? That you wanted to marry me? Then look at me! Open your eyes!" She cried harder, shaking him again, desperate for any response. He didn't look like himself anymore. He was gaunt, practically skeletal, his skin frostbitten and raw. His once-sharp jawline was hidden under a mess of scruffy beard, and his face was covered in sores.
They had scoured Zimeron for days before finding this wrecked cabin. If the search dogs hadn't picked up on something odd nearby, they probably would've missed it completely.
The place was several kilometers from the main disaster site. Amidst the avalanches, collapses, and extrcold, it was a miracle anyone had survived.
One of the doctors rushed over, gently trying to pull her away. "Miss Nixon, please. You have to let go-he's too weak for this. We need to move him carefully." Camille froze. Her whole body went stiff, like she was holding the most delicate thing in the world and the slightest motion would break it.
She slowly backed off, her face pale, her arms trembling. The rescue team moved quickly, lifting Albin with care and rushing him toward the RV up ahead. It had been converted into a medical unit, stocked with enough gear to rival a small hospital.
Keep reading gVlnovesCamille sat dazed on the frozen ground, her mind slow to process what had just happened. When the reality finally sank in, she scrambled to her feet, desperate to follow the ambulance.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe cold was unforgiving. Her legs, numb from sitting too long in the snow, refused to cooperate. As she stood, she stumbled and nearly collapsed again. Someone nearby rushed forward to catch her. Gripping their hand tightly, Camille pleaded, "Please, helpover there. I need to be with Albin." But instead of leading her to the ambulance, the person gently explained, "Miss Nixon, the space inside is too cramped. The doctors barely have room to move. If you go, you'll only get in their way." Camille didn't argue. She could only nod, tears streaming silently down her face.
The icy wind of Zimeron dried her tears before they reached her lips.
Her skin, raw and w and chapped from the colchsting asse cold stung as salty tears seeped into the cracks. But the sting barely registered-her thoughts were consumed by Albin's suffering.
He had survived by curling his tall frinto a narrow hollow less than a meter high. Nearby, he had found a small hole in the snow and had been eating from it-dirty, frozen snow, just to stay alive.
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