The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 196

After Josh left, Sloane and Diego set up the tent.

There was no fire.

The tent itself had been battered full of holes by the storm, allowing the freezing wind to slip through the gaps and stab at their faces like thousands of tiny needles.

Diego carefully maneuvered Professor Harrison into a sleeping bag, zipping it all the way up to his chin. Sloane knelt beside him, slipping the Glucose Tablet into his mouth and pressing it back with her fingertip. She waited an agonizingly long time until she felt a faint swallow from his throat.

But his face remained an ashen gray, his lips bruised and dark, his breathing so shallow it seemed ready to stop at any second.

They only had two sleeping bags in total. Diego rolled out the last one and spread it across the foam pad.

Both of them stared at the empty sleeping bag, neither making a move.

"You get in," Sloane said.

"You get in, you're a girl," Diego replied, rubbing his hands together as his voice sounded muffled.

"Studies actually show women handle the cold better than men." Sloane glanced at Diego's raw, red hands. "I'm not joking."

"Sloane, just get in! I'm a grown man, I can't steal a sleeping bag from a woman."

"But I used the sleeping bag yesterday and the day before. It's your turn today."

Diego scoffed, "If Josh found out I took the only sleeping bag, he'd literally kill me!"

Sloane fell silent.

"Let's settle it with rock-paper-scissors, then."

Sloane held out her fist. "One round decides it."

Faced with her unwavering gaze, Diego had no choice but to awkwardly extend his stiff, trembling hand.

He threw rock.

Sloane threw paper.

"You win. Get in."

Sloane didn't even look at him. She simply leaned back against her backpack, wrapping her arms tightly around her knees and curling into a tight ball.

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