Emery gazed at the decomposing face with fear and wonder; she could've sworn that she felt his hand grasp her ankle.<span style="font-style: italic">I must have just brushed against it</span>, she thought, starting to feel sick to her empty stomach. When Rye spoke of clothing, Emery tore her eyes from Eden's corpse and stared at Rye with a troubled expression. Her dark eyes blinked twice when he suggested that they cluster together to share body heat. She was reluctant, but she knew better than to refuse; she might already be suffering from hypothermia. She closed her eyes and released a shuddering breath.<br/><br/>"Okay," she said, taking his backpack. After opening it, she retrieved a shirt and pants, both soaked. Her eyes dulled when she recalled the survival tip that wearing wet clothes in cold weather would increase chance of hypothermia. There was also the one that suggested to huddle in the nude. As she considered the latter, she wondered how much she valued her life. With another sigh, she put the wet clothes beside her and said, "I better not if I don't want to get hypothermia." A roaring crack of the sky made her cringe and she glared upward.<br/><br/>Holding her knees to her chest, Emery looked to Eden's body again. The beams from the lightning made his face seem contorting and grimacing. "Do you know how he died?" she asked Rye. No sooner did she speak that a sick, wheezing sound was emitted into the small space. Emery's eyes widened and she put her hands to her mouth when Eden's head turn toward her. "Oh my God," she moaned behind her hands. "He's alive." She couldn't decipher her exact feelings other than shock at that moment.<br/><br/>Emery cautiously crawled over to Eden and examined him as he made struggling breaths, like he was being choked. She touched a stone-cold hand and clenched her jaw; if his breaths weren't rasping, she surely would think him dead. Turning his hand over in hers, she noticed several glimmering shards of glass lodged in his palm. When she leaned her head down to look closer, she inhaled a rancid smell and recoiled, grimacing. Emery turned to Rye and said, "Maybe we should try to give him some water." She looked back down at Eden, wondering how the hell his body could be decomposing while he was still alive.