“Is she alright?” Tracy asked anxiously when the small group returned. “Oh, you poor thing.”
“I’m not poor,” Ella mumbled. “My… my hands won’t… won’t work.”
“I’ve got you,” Tracy murmured reassuringly.
“Here, let me take her,” a man’s voice said. “We need to get her into the helicopter.”
“No… bed…ding. So cold,” Ella forced out between her chattering teeth.
“Carry her into the tent. I’ve got some thermal heaters I can activate and put around her. Her boots are soaking wet and frozen,” Tracy muttered. “Van, can you get the survival pack out of the helicopter while I get her undressed?”
“Let me,” Ty said, shifting the moment Ella was off his back. “I’ll take her.”
“I’ll get the fire going out here and get some soup warmed up,” Peterson said.
“Ty,” Tracy said worriedly.
“I’ve got her
