Irish was walking through the snow filled path that led to her house
up on a medium sized hill in the peaceful wooded area, two hundred
miles from a popular resort that the elite love to flock to.



She was almost up the hill when she heard a loud crash. She quickly
turned to see a SUV flip and land in a deep crater near a mountain
that was over to her left. The crash caused a small avalanche to
cover it up. Irish ran toward the accident.



It took 40 minutes to run all the way to where the SUV landed. She
huffed and puffed, running out of breath as she tried to climb the
soft snow. Her right foot hit a hard object as she sat near it and
uncovered a door.



She banged on it and yelled. She finally turns her head sideways to
see an unconscious man in the driver's seat. Irish noticed that door
to the driver's side was pinned near a huge boulder.



She frantically searched her mind to find an answer, when her
adrenaline kicked in. She lay down on her back and faced her feet
toward the passenger door's window and kicked it over and over until
her heavy work boots broke through.



She quickly got back on her knees and wiped away the glass with the
gloved hands and slid in head first, to check on the man. She
noticed her was still unconscious and he was bleeding where a huge
knot lay on the side of his head. She sighed some as she saw his
seatbelt was buckled.



That gave her hope about him being alive. She slowly unbuckled the
seatbelt while putting the weight of her body against his has she
pulled him sideways, so she would let him drop on his head and cause
more damage.



Irish knew this would take awhile. She eased him at a snail's pace.
It was the safest way to get him out. After an hour had passed she
finally got her body back outside and his halfway to the window.



The man seemed to weigh a ton, thanks to him being out cold and the
dead weight his body has become.



The second hour had come and went as she almost had him out. She had
his bottom half to go and then she would be home free. She gently
pulled him out further making sure his back

wasn't cut by any tiny pieces of stray glass, she noticed his face
was very handsome. Well what she could make of it. It was bruised
pretty badly.



Thirty minutes later, she finally got him completely out and laying
on the snow. She sat back to catch her breath for a second and
noticed how fast and hard the snow was falling.



She went to the back of the car and broke the glass leading to the
trunk area. She grabbed what looked like a sled and a bag. Irish
went back and fell to her knees as she rolled him onto the adult
sled and dragged him back to her

place.





The rush was starting to wear off as she climbed the hill back to
her home. The wind was mixing fast with the fast falling snow. She
knew what that mix meant- blizzard.





She looks back at him and sees his face and upper body were still
covered with her huge winter coat. She turned back to see the snow
slap her face with its icy wind as she finally made it to the door
of her house.



She dragged the sled to the door as she reached inside her jean
pockets and fumbled with her keys. She opened the door and hurried
them both inside.



She used all her strength and what energy she had left to hoist him
upright and drag him to her bedroom. She stripped off all of the
torn, wet, dirty clothes he was wearing until he was completely
naked. She noticed that he was man all over. She shook her head to
erase them image and concentrate on saving his life, before the
hypothermia sets in and it's too late.



She quickly went to the bathroom and filled a pan with warm water
and grabbed towels and some liquid bath soap and checked the
temperature on the thermostat and the fire in the fire place in her
room to make sure he was warm enough as she bathed him.



She finished bathing him and took all the towels she used to put
under him, in the hamper and searched the bag, and sighed when she
found it full clothes. She grabbed a pair of boxers and put them on
and hurried him under the covers, blankets, and a quilt. Irish then
washed the pan out and put more clean water into it and grabbed her
first-aid kit.



She tended to his wounds and cuts. The soaked a small towel into the
warm water and took care of the bleeding and the knot on his head.

Once she patched up his bruises, she went to the bathroom and
cleaned up herself.





She emerged fresh, clean, and warm. She was about to go to the guest
room, when she heard a noise. Irish went to see the man shaking and
jumping. She knew it had to be real bad, so she went to the phone,
but it was dead. Her lights were okay, thank goodness. She turned on
her weather radio, and heard that the entire state is a state of
emergency.