Twelve hours later.
The next time I woke, I was in an unfamiliar room, by a roaring fire, smothered in blankets and in layers and layers of dry, warm clothes. I blinked my eyes open slowly and as my vision cleared, I saw Leo sat with his head in his hands on a hard wooden stool only a metre away.
His head snapped up as I began to squirm under the exasperating heat.
"Don't move," he said jumping to his feet and placing his hands gently on my shoulders.
"I'm boiling," I replied slightly out of breath.
In response, Leo took both the blankets off me and cast them aside.
"What happened?" I asked.
"You tell me. I found you close to death, hypothermic and unconscious on the side of a mountain in a blizzard," he replied. "I don't know how or why you got there. I don't know how long you'd been there but I do know that you almost died, Ella. Had I been ten minutes later, I'm not sure we would be having this conversation."