A/N: Here's the next chapter, I hope you all like it. I own no one, only the situation. Enjoy!
The next morning came, and neither man had returned. Shawn sat at the window for most of the day, staring out at the blinding white snow as he waited for any sign of Mark or Glenn. Chris tried to get Shawn to eat most of the day, but the older man refused to. A sigh escaped Chris' lips as he sat on the couch, watching Shawn over at the window. Chris knew of the history between Shawn and Mark, he knew how much love there was between the two men and he hated seeing one worrying about the other.
"How's he doing?" asked John as he and Randy walked over to Chris, sitting next to him on the couch.
"Not so good, he hasn't eaten a thing all day," answered Chris softly, frowning at the soft whimpers he could still hear coming from Shawn.
"I wish there was something we could do, but it's not safe for us out there," said Randy over the howling wind outside. Chris sighed, shaking his head at the entire situation.
"All we can do is pray," said Chris, looking over at Shawn once more as the older man stared out at the snow, watching for any sign of Mark or Glenn.
Meanwhile out in the freezing cold weather with blistering winds and heavy snowfall, Glenn sat up from underneath a pile of snow. He grumbled to himself as he brushed the snow off of his body, shivers coursing through his body as he looked around for Mark. The two of them had been on the top of a small hill when the snow caved underneath them, sending them down the hill and further away from the cabin.
"Mark!" he called out, looking all around as he struggled to his feet, noting the pain in his leg. His eyes scanned the frozen earth as he tried to find his friend, hoping nothing bad had happened to him. He walked forward slowly, but collapsed once more into the snow from the pain in his leg. He grumbled loudly as he spat snow out from his mouth and rolled onto his back, staring up at the sky.
"Mark!" he called out again, hoping to hear any noise that would lead him to his friend. Unfortunately, he heard nothing as he slowly got up from the ground once more, gripping a nearby tree branch tightly to hold himself up. He looked all around again for Mark, but couldn't spot him anywhere. He shivered as a cold wind blasted past him, knocking him back against the tree some, making him wish more than anything that he was back at the cabin.
Further down the hill, Mark slowly sat up from underneath his own pile of snow, his body aching all over. He groaned as he rolled himself off of a large rock that had been shoving itself against his back. He sat up slowly and looked around, ignoring the pain in his arm for now. He staggered up to his feet and began to walk the way he had fallen, hoping to spot Glenn along the way.
"Glenn!" called Mark, looking around for the younger man as he clutched his left arm tightly to his body, keeping it from knocking against anything along the way. He looked all around the frozen area as he walked, hoping to spot anything that would lead him to Glenn. He staggered his way around a tree, barely able to keep himself from knocking his arm against it when he spotted Glenn up ahead of him.
"Glenn!" he shouted, hurrying over to Glenn. Glenn spun around, startled by the sudden voice, and fell to the ground in the process, his head bouncing off of the tree he had been clutching to prior.
"You okay?" asked Mark as he kneeled next to Glenn, keeping his tight clutch on his arm.
"I-I think my leg is broken," he answered, his voice shaking as a blast of cold wind splashed against their bodies. He looked at Mark, noticing the tight hold the older man had on his arm. "You okay?"
"I think my arm is broken," he replied, standing up and looking up at the slowly darkening sky. He sighed and leaned down, helping Glenn up and having him lean against his right side for support. They slowly walked forward, making their way back up the hillside.
Meanwhile, back at the cabin, Chris walked over to Shawn, draping another blanket around Shawn's shoulders. Shawn jumped and looked up at Chris, smiling faintly at the younger man.
"Thanks," he said softly before looking out the window again, not wanting to miss any sign of Mark and Glenn. Chris sighed softly and turned, heading for the stairs when Shawn's voice stopped him.
"Do you think they're still alive?" said Shawn softly, his voice cracking as he spoke. Chris frowned and returned to Shawn's side, wrapping him in a one-armed hug.
"Yes, yes I do," he lied, hoping Shawn wouldn't pick up on the undertone of his voice. As much as he wanted to believe it, he wasn't so sure right now. He stared out at the darkening wilderness, his body shaking with worry and cold as he stood there next to Shawn. He released his grip around Shawn after a moment and headed upstairs to bed, praying along the way that Mark and Glenn would return.
"I don't think I can go any further," said Glenn, wincing as he accidentally put too much weight on his leg. Mark frowned and lowered Glenn down to the snowy ground, sitting down next to him. He sighed heavily and stared out at the trees, wishing more than ever for the warmth of the fireplace back at the cabin.
"We'll make it in the morning," he said, laying back on the snow and trying to get comfortable as he closed his eyes, only to open them again at the sound of howling in the distance. He frowned and scooted closer to Glenn before closing his eyes once more, and drifting off into a painful, freezing sleep.
Back at the cabin, Shawn stood up from his spot at the window and pulled on his jacket, a look of determination on his face. He walked to the door, pausing as he turned to look up at the staircase. He knew the others would think he was crazy for doing what he was about to do, but he wanted both men back with him now.
"I'll bring them back," he said to no one before slipping out the front door and disappearing into the snowy darkness, determined to bring Mark and Glenn back alive.