AN: You guys are like the most amazing people ever! Thanks to everyone for being so considerate and forgiving! And I didn't lie, did I? Got it to you Thursday... YAY!!

Interesting note: I wrote this in Key West… Its beautiful!

Warning: I hate the first part of this chapter. I tell you, it was like swallowing a cactus. I like that second half, but the first half is slow and it was kind of hard to explain because there wasn't any talking and blah blah blah… so.. Sorry for the first half.

Think I may have a bad word or two in here somewhere.

Beta Person: Ok, someone sent me something about being my beta, but I lost you so I just got a friend to do it, and when I read over it myself, I caught two mistakes, so… I'm sorry if there are still mistakes. And whoever sent me that offer, please send again.

Alrighty. Have at it!

It was the oddest thing, seeing her lying there like that with blood around her head. It wasn't a lot at all, but it was enough to be alarmed about. He didn't freak out at the sight of her or panic in anyway. This worried him a little, but now was not the time to dwell on it.

But not panicking had it's benefits, the best being the fact that he could simply do what he could for her much easier than if his nerves were getting in his way.

He quickly moved her head gently until he got a clear sight of the wound, which thankfully didn't look too deep, but it was definitely deep enough to have caused a concussion. And judging by her lack of consciousness, that was what had happened.

He knew what he had to do: apply pressure to the wound and get help. However, what he would use to do that was not coming to him. He blamed it on his throbbing head and blurring vision. He wasn't doing too good physically, and was mentally getting worse, but he still managed to get a grip after a second or too.

He grabbed one of the soaked shirts that had been thrown aside and balled it up. He was sure it was probably freezing, but his hands were so numb and cold, that he couldn't even tell. But he figured that the wet shirt was better than nothing and it was probably better to keep whatever warmth they had on their bodies.

He balled up the shirt and pushed it against her wound with one hand, and gently ran his other hand through her hair.

"Sara?" He tried again, though he had a feeling she wouldn't be waking up real soon.

He swiftly scanned the shirt and was relieved to see that no blood was seeping through yet, so it wasn't bleeding too heavily.

He suddenly felt very alone and helpless. It was the first time he could recall himself feeling this way since the crash. Heck, he didn't even feel this alone when he was carrying Sara through the snow. That may have been because he was completely losing it and blacking out, but still.

It probably had a lot to do with the fact that Sara was now in much more serious condition than she had been then, at least this danger was more visible.

He found himself having a problem keeping the same pressure on the wound. He was worn out entirely.

So now he faced a new issue all together: Time. Going or not going was never the question for Greg; he was going to go out there alone whether Sara liked it or not; but now time was much more of an issue. True, it had always been an issue with the icy conditions, but now Sara had a concussion more than likely, and possibly had damage to her brain. So yes, time was a little more of an issue.

And now, he had to make sure that she was as set as he could get her before leaving her. He hated the thought of leaving her. But they really didn't have a choice. Carrying her was regrettably out of the question, his body just couldn't do it. But is was clear that either he went, or they would both die here.

So the next step would be to get her set. But how? He couldn't stay here to keep the shirt against her head, so he would have to do something else. He took his eyes off Sara long enough to search the cave for any other useless garments, but found none.

He grabbed the blanket from around his shoulders and began to tear at the very edge. He knew that he would need the blanket to stay warm with, but he only needed one sliver of it off the edge to tie around her head.

It wasn't easy, but he finally managed to get a small tear in the blanket using one hand and his teeth. From there, it was much easier continuing to rip through the blanket.

Once that was done, he attempted to tie it around her head, balancing the shirt on her injury while he quickly used both hands to lift her head and finish the tie. He was sure to tie it tight enough to hold the shirt down with enough pressure to stop the bleeding as much as possible.

He paused for a moment, looking at her as though he may never see her again. Which could possibly be the case given the circumstances, but he refused to think like that.

As he stared at her, he couldn't help but think of an angel. She was a beautiful woman. And as these thoughts ran through his mind, all the possible outcomes of what he was about to do crossed his mind.

What if he doesn't make it and he ends up killing himself and leaving her all alone out here? What if she wakes up while he's gone and tries to follow him? What if he does find help, but too late?

Greg began to bite his lips but stopped when he felt how cracked an busted they were. He shook his head and decided that the "what if's" would have to wait, because there was nothing else he could do.

He wished he could leave her some type of note or something, but they were lucky enough to have that small amount of food; what were the chances of having a pen and paper stuck in there somewhere?

He looked back at Sara, and felt the sudden need to get her help, and fast. He wished her a silent goodbye and said a quick, but sincere prayer for her.

He then got to his feet and stood as straight as he could in the cave and went over to the bag filled with finger food and got two bags of chips, making sure to leave plenty for Sara, and set the bag next to her.

He then ate a few chips, even though he wasn't hungry. He had a feeling that may have been why he passed out the last time he went outside, and he really couldn't afford to lose consciousness out there if at all possible.

With one last glance behind him, he took one step out into the snow covered ground, pulled the blanket around him even tighter, and started his journey.

He took a few small steps, allowing himself to adjust to this new environment, and take it as easy as possible knowing that the trip ahead may be long and brutal.

He looked around and actually felt a little reassured. The earth was still blanketed with thick snow, but the wind had died down quite a bit and the sky had brightened a little, and most importantly, there was no new snow falling. They were all good signs that ultimately made Greg feel better.

He pushed on, feeling the snow numbing his legs and but he tried not to focus on it. Instead, he kept his eyes on the small black dot off in the distance.

He reached his freezing hands into his pockets in search of his iPod, but found nothing. He guessed Sara must have taken it out while he was asleep, and decided that it wasn't worth turning around for. Besides, he was sure it was close to four, which gave him enough daylight to get pretty far.

He glanced behind him and was amazed to see how far he had gotten already. Just as he turned back around, a sudden icy wind caught him off guard and filled his lungs with freezing cold air. He felt his chest constrict and a series of coughs rattled through him.

He had to stop moving to keep his balance. The cough made his already throbbing head double in pain and now his throat was on fire.

And despite these problems, a smile found its way to Greg's face. He didn't know why or how one could smile in a situation like this. He knew that sometimes people laugh when they are really upset as a way of dealing with things, but he wasn't upset really, just in pain.

Maybe it was because he was delirious? Well, that was a likely possibility seeing as how he had been sick for a while, but it still didn't make a whole lot of sense to him.

He was now moving again and the dot was getting closer and closer. He had learned his lesson about the wind and now had the blanket over his mouth and nose to better protect himself from it.

So the wind was not a problem for now, and he wasn't even that cold, which was a blessing. The only problems were how sick and weak he felt, and his guilt for leaving Sara.

The lack of panic and nerves he had had when she fell was now hitting him full force and it resulted in his pace quickening. And those "what if's" were filling his head again along with dozens of other horrifying possibilities.

He felt his heart beat quicken and wanted so badly to turn back around and run as fast as he could to Sara. He saw in his mind's eye her lying there, the shirt thrown from her head and blood rushing out.

With this thought, he stopped completely and turned back towards the cave.

All other thoughts disappeared and all that was left was two options: keep going, or turn back.

This was the big decision to be made, all risks and possible benefits on the table, and he had to make it. Damn second thoughts.

He stood in that one position for what seemed like hours. The wind pushing him and his blanket dancing around him. He stared at the cave opening in the distance as if Sara would emerge from it and tell him what to do.

But he suddenly didn't need her to make the decision for him. With a tight stomach he turned his back to the cave once more.

Just like rollercoasters, he thought to himself. Finally get the nerve to get on the ride, you're all strapped in, and then you suddenly change your mind. But, there's no turning back.

Now, if only his current situation would have the same outcome as rollercoasters. Yeah, the fear and the anxiety before the ride starts up is near unbearable, but everyone knows at the end of the ride, its one of the most amazing and exhilarating experiences, and leaves you wanting more.

Greg laughed out loud.

He was pretty sure that this would not end up being the most "amazing" or "exhilarating" experiences in his life, and he damn well knew he would never want to do this again. In fact, he may even move to Mexico or somewhere near the equator just to make sure there will be no snow.

He used this idea to take his mind off of everything else, which was very helpful when considering there was so much to feel and think about.

Soon enough, he was lost in a world of thoughts; imagining the crystal blue water, hot girls in bikini's, palm trees, the warmth of the sun. He could of sworn he actually giggled at the thought of the sun. He missed it and how it would dry out the air around him and leave the desert a steaming haze.

And to think he had ever complained about it.

He exited his daydreams long enough to realize that he was now only steps from his snow-covered Denali.

This of course was good news, but now that he was back in reality, all the aches and pains returned full force.

He thought back to the promise he had made to Sara about resting when he reached the Denali, and didn't know if it was still a good idea.

True, he was exhausted beyond all reason and his body was like one big bruise, but then again, resting would take up time that he, and more importantly Sara, may not have.

So, he stood in snow, staring at the car, wondering what he should do.

Well, I'll just go in and sit for a few minutes, he told himself. The rest could only help and he could use it to force a little more food down.

He went to the front passenger seat and pulled open the door. His numb hands let off an odd sensation as he used them to open the door and pull himself into the vehicle.

Piled up snow fell from the roof as Greg slammed the car door.

He let out an exasperated breath.

It had been a while since he was comfortably sitting anywhere and he could almost feel his body melting over the seat.

He thought about the food clutched in his hand but didn't want to move at all to eat it. He sat perfectly still, taking in the moment.

Random distant thoughts floated in then left in a pattern that reminded him of bubbles.

His eyes began to droop and become too heavy to keep open. And before he knew it, weakness got the better of him and he gave into the peaceful darkness gathering in the edges of his mind.

He was walking in the grocery store on the frozen goods isle. He always hated that isle, even though it housed some awesome foods like ice cream and waffles, because whenever you walked down it, you froze. And sometimes that was good, but right now he really did not want to be cold.

So he made his way towards the end of the isle, but it kept getting longer. That only happens in the movies, he though angrily to himself. Finally he reached the end, but when he tried to turn out of the isle, he hit hard, cold glass.

Another cheap movie trick.

He thought about what he should do next, and for some weird reason, entering one of the doors on the isle seemed like a good idea.

He of course went straight to the ice cream. He opened the it up and stepped in.

"Greg!" He heard a familiar voice then saw Sara's excited face staring back at him.

What's Sara doing here?

"Greg, I found a secret land where its always winter and we have to help the lion and… that other thing…"

"Ok…" Greg responded to her. What the hell was she talking about?

And winter all the time? Damn.

Before he could do anything else, Sara began to run off. Greg got a God-awful feeling about her leaving him and frantically went off after her. Right when he saw the back of her head, she suddenly disappeared and he was left in a gigantic white room.

Sara's gone.

That last thought was the scariest thing that had ever crossed Greg's mind. His heart began to pound and he briefly had no idea where he was, but once the cold air on his cheeks registered, he remembered everything.

Oh God.

His eyes popped open and his blood turned to ice when he saw that it was dark. He had fallen asleep, and now it was night.

Adrenaline must have kicked in full blast because before he knew it, he was out of the car and hurrying through the snow in the opposite direction of the cave.

He was so focused on getting through the snow fast that he didn't even realize that the wind had picked up considerably and the snow was just over his knees.

His quickened pace was taking its toll on him and coughing fits shook his body, but he didn't care. A mixture of snow and the relentless pain in his head blurred his vision.

He felt himself slowing down and he started struggling with gravity. He couldn't hold his arms against him any longer for extra warmth, so he let them fall to his side.

He was no longer trembling, which was nice. Though he knew it was not a good sign.

He just kept trudging. Everything was seeming to get darker by the moment, and he couldn't think anymore. Not really. Wild ideas and thoughts, all centering around Sara, were bombarding what little bit of sanity he had left.

And then it all stopped.

Everything just stopped and he was on his knees.

He stared blankly at the snow only inches from his face. He couldn't feel or think, but had an awful feeling that he had failed.

In a way, something inside of him gave up.

"Greg…"

Greg's eyes reopened at the sound of someone calling his name in that familiar voice, though it sounded different. Almost angel-like.

But it couldn't be her...

"Greg…"

Greg turned his head towards the misty voice, and sure enough, Sara was standing to his left.

She looked gorgeous.

A bright radiant light glowed behind her and her eyes were calm and soothing. What impressed him most was that she looked perfect. Not like someone who had been in a freezing iceland for almost four days.

"Sara?" He tried to say, but he didn't hear anything come out.

She apparently did though.

"Who else? What are you doing on the ground?"

Greg looked up to her and felt like crying, but he didn't have enough energy for it.

"Sara… I can't. I just can't…" He choked out as his back bent sending his forehead mere centimeters from the snow.

"Shut up crybaby," She replied in a joking manner. "You're almost there…"

Greg looked up at her bewildered.

"What?"

Sara laughed again.

"Yeah, didn't you know?" When Greg didn't answer, Sara continued. "Yeah, there's a road with a few people right up this hill," she pointed behind her.

Greg felt his stomach flip and his heartbeat quickened slightly.

"R..Really?"

"Greg, why would I lie to you?" Everything she said was with such ease and as though everything was absolutely ok in every way.

"That means get your butt up and go up there," she said loudly. "Here, just follow me."

She turned away from Greg and began to glide up the snow-covered hill towards the light.

Greg panicked.

"Wait, Sara! Don't leave!" He begged. She showed no sign of slowing down and her figure was beginning to disappear in the falling snow and the warm light.

Greg gathered the tiny amount of energy he had and struggled to push himself up. He kept calling after Sara as he stumbled through the snow towards her and the light.

Going up the hill was the hardest thing he had done yet. Every step he took sent him down into the snow, but every time he managed to get up without thinking.

He just knew he had to stay with Sara.

He continued to call her name, though he was unsure if he was actually saying it out loud or not.

He was almost at the top and the light was getting brighter. But he couldn't see Sara anymore.

Finally, he pulled himself over the top of the hill and was greeted by some type of metal guard rail. He tried to get over it too, but ended up just falling over it, landing hard on the ground on the other side. It was much harder than what the snow had been.

Only this time, he couldn't get up. He couldn't talk and could hardly even breathe.

He could almost feel his body slowly shutting down.

But he did realize something. That light just kept getting brighter.

And then he heard some people off in the distance speaking loudly and they were getting closer.

"What was that?"

"Oh man… He needs help!"

"Sir? Sir can you hear me?"

"He's not doing good. Hey man, wake up."

Greg found these voices to be odd and rather annoying. He was really tired, couldn't they just let him sleep for a little while?

But the voices continued and they were talking about awkward things like getting someone help and calling for help and other things. Whoever they were talking about must have been in some serious shit.

"We need to keep him awake, Wyatt.."

Keep who awake? Him? Well if so then that was not very nice of them.

"Yeah.. You're right." He felt a small amount of pressure on his face. "Sir, help is coming. Can you tell me your name?"

Greg now felt pretty confident that they were addressing him directly, so he decided to open his eyes.

The blinding light was still there and two shadowy figures were hovering over him.

"Sara?"

The two figures looked at each other.

"Your name is Sara?"

What an idiot, Greg thought to himself.

"Greg."

"Oh, ok. Well Greg, you are going to be fine, ok?" The one on the right said in a falsely reassuring tone.

He didn't really know what they were talking about, or where he was, or why he was there, because there was only one thing on his mind right now.

"Sara," he whispered, "Is she here?"

"No son, who's Sara. Was she also with you?" This voice was much older and had a certain manliness to it. Kind of like some of those country singers that have the really deep voices.

Greg tired to nod his head.

"Yes.. She's here… right?"

Greg was finding it harder to breathe, think, move, talk… just about anything and everything.

"No, where is she?"

Greg knew the man had said something, but he just didn't catch it.

"Greg, do you know where Sara is?"

Greg was thoroughly confused now, but he intended to answer the question. If Sara was not here, then she was probably still in the cave. But why? Why would she come to help him, then go back to the cave?

"Cave… In cave. By Denali… Hurry." Greg opened his eyes, feeling that this next piece of information was very important to tell these figures.

"She's hurt… head, feet. Hurry… Cave. Left of Denali. Hurry…"

Suddenly a very peaceful feeling fell over him. He was no longer cold, or in pain, or worried. Nothing. It was like he was floating on a cloud or laying on one of those amazing waterbeds. Either way, this place was much better than where he just was, and he didn't really feel like going back there for anything.

EN: Hahaha, don't ya love it? Its like a multiple cliffhanger. How's Greg? How's Sara? Where's the team? (They will be coming in soon.) Again, thanks so much to all of you. I'm really thankful to have amazing readers like you guys! More soon.