Weak and thready, but there.She hooked her hands beneath his armpits and pulled, trying to drag him indoors, into the growing heat of the room. But moving him was like trying to move a felled tree. His body was stiff and unresponsive. Deadweight, heavy, but she put her back and legs into it, dragging him away from the doors so she could secure them once again. Then, foot by agonizing foot, she tugged and jerked him across the floor until she had him in front of the fireplace.The last time she had started a fire on her own was in Girl Scouts, but like riding a bike, it soon came back to her. She wanted to jump with glee as the kindling flared to life and the logs above it caught fire.Heat quickly drifted out of the fireplace, but Jamie knew that would not be enough. She hurried down the hallway to the bathroom and grabbed an armful the towels then raced back to the living room.Kneeling beside Galen once again, she dried and rubbed down his body. He moaned then, as if in pain, but she pressed onward, pleased as color slowly crept back into his skin.With the fire and furnace now pumping out more heat, she lifted a comforter off a nearby couch and draped it over Galen, praying that all her efforts had been enough.
