I feel like I should say sorry for this first chapter, but I'm really not. So sorrynotsorry. :)
"Virgil. Virgil! Wake up. You need to open your eyes and tell me what to do." John's voice was echoing oddly and he could be heard rustling around.
"You know what to do." Virgil muttered, wishing John would be quiet and let him sleep.
"Yes," John agreed, shaking his shoulder "But you are going to tell me anyway, and you know why that is?"
Virgil opened his eyes to see John crouching beside him, eyes piercing and a thin trickle of blood trailing down his cheek. "Because I'm going into shock?" He said.
"Yes, you're going into shock. And what do you do when that happens?"
"Keep the patient awake and hydrated and as warm as possible." Virgil reeled off, the information as familiar to him as the controls of Thunderbird 2. That was basic first aid, something they'd all been drilled in.
"Exactly. That's what I'm trying to do but you are damn well going to pull your weight, you got it?" John sounded surprisingly unruffled considering, but then that was one of his areas of expertise: to be the one exuding calm when it was all going to shit.
Virgil felt something tucked around him – John's jacket by the colour of it. That might be a bad idea; John would need that if they were here for much longer but Virgil couldn't find it within him to protest as he felt the residual body warmth of his brother seep into him from the coat. The contrast between that and the snow beneath him was extreme and soothed his aching head as well as the lancing pain in his leg.
He tried to suppress a shudder – could have been from pain or cold or fear and asked "Who's idea was this anyway?"