Samantha P. O. V

I stared at the narrow grave I had managed to dig out of the ground, the surrounding snow stained with my blood and dirt. My hands were cold and numb, the fingers swollen, but I didn't feel any pain. Not yet.

I held up the small bottle, the same one he had given me to help heal my injury. But guilt had kept me from taking a single pill.

"You were a stranger who showed me kindness when I needed it the most, I'll never forget that. Now all I can do is return this to you, and ...