Chapter 3
Nick reheated leftover soup from the night before and made coffee. Todd would b***h about the soup, it hadn’t been the greatest, but it was hot and nutritious. However, he’d welcome the coffee. They both had the same opinion, life was always better after coffee. He made sure Todd was propped in a sitting position. It didn’t stop the coughing or the way Todd hunched over and rubbed at his chest or how his eyes watered during each bout, but it did seem to make it easier for him to breathe during the in-between times.
He fussed over every move Todd made before he set about digging the snow away from the cave entrance. The push and throw of each shovelful of snow pulled on his shoulder, and a dull throb set up by the time he was halfway finished. He’d never be able to put the kelbi
