Avery sighed in relief at the sound of his voice. She pushed back his ginger hair out of his face. "Hi Thomas, my name is Avery. I'm going to take care of you until the storm lifts alright? If I made you some broth do you think you would be able to drink it?" She asked.
Thomas pursed his lips at the thought of the savory, warm liquid. His mouth was pretty dry, and broth sounded delicious, “yes..”
Avery smiled. "Alright, good. Gibe me a few minutes to warm you up some." She stood and walked to her kitchen, pulling out a can of broth from her pantry and heating it up on the stove.
Thomas reached over to pet his dog and pondered whether he should try to sit up or not. After a moment of thinking, he propped himself up on the couch and attempted to swing his legs over. That only resulted in a sharp pain shooting up his leg. “Ghh!!”
Avery came running at the pained sound. She moved to his side quickly. "Your leg is broken. You shouldn't move it or else you'll just make it worse."
Thomas cursed, “Ow…” he leaned back down with his heads on the armrest, “Broken..” he slurred the repetition.
Siberia stood up and started licking Thomas’ fingers again.
Thomas groaned and moved his hand away from his dog.
Avery grabbed him some pillows. "Here, sit up. Maybe these will make you more comfortable." She placed a pillow behind him. "Are you feeling any better?"
Thomas day up with the help of the pillows, “Thank you…and getting there.” He was able to speak more than a word a sentence now, slightly coherently now too, “What…what happened?”
Avery smiled and nodded. "Im not surr. Your dog came to me amd led me to you. I found you unconscious in the snow. I brought you back here as quickly as I was able too. I guess you got in the storm."
“Hm..” he smiled, “Good girl..” he placed his hand on his dog’s head, “But don’t lick my fingers..” he mumbled the last sentence, then took a look around her house again, “What’s your name..?”
"I'm Avery." She told him. She went to the kitchen and put the warm broth in a mug. She came back and held it out to him. "Here. Small sips."
He reached out to cup the mug in both his hands, but winced, “Ouch…it’s not..cold.” But he took the mug anyway and placed it in his lap.
Avery moved to his side. "Everything alright? Is it too warm? I can put it in the fridge for a few.minutes to cool it off if you need me too."
“No, it’s fine.” He brought it up to sip, “Mm..it’s good. Thank you.” He took another sip, “It’s so…”
Avery smiled. "Good, I'm glad." She placed the back of her hand on his cheek. "You're still feeling cold." She got up amd got a thermometer. She ran it along his forehead. She sighed.
His temperature had risen to 95.2. Not so low to be considered hypothermia anymore, but it had probably been just below 95 when she first brought him in.
Avery looked down at him with a small smile. "You're getting better. Just keep sipping your broth. Do you want to watch anything on tv maybe?"
“Sure..” he mumbled, “I don’t care what, you can put in anything. I might fall asleep in the middle.” He took another sip of the broth.
Avery nodded. She turned the tv on to a random channel. She went to her kitchen and made gerself a sandwich, munching on it as she sat down in a chair in the living room
Thomas stared blankly at the television, “That’s a…nice TV,” he mumbled, “It’s so…picture-y..”
Siberia laid down in front of Thomas on the ground.
Avery chuckled and looked back at him. "Thank you. You're welcome to watch whatever you would like." She took another bite of her sandwhich
“Okay…this is fine.” He yawned, reaching down to just barely pet his dog’s back, “I like discovery channel…”
Avery nodded. "Do you need anything else? More pillows, another blanket?" She asked, wanting to do everything she could to make him comfortable.
“Another blanket.” He requested, eyes falling from the television to whatever was underneath it. It was all so interesting, “I’m getting cold.”
Avery nodded and stood. She grabbed another blanket for him and gently placed it on his body. "Better?"