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They've all made it down the mountain. And now all of them sit in the cold waiting room of the ranger's station nursing their wounds as they wait for the ambulance to make it's way to them through the blizzard. And yet, all Mike can focus on is not his missing fingers, or how terrible of a condition that Jess is in. No, all he can focus on is just how fucking *quiet* everyone is being right now.
Ooof, coming in here three to five business days late, but here's my gift to @princewarmachine for the @untildawn-secretsanta! Sorry it's so late 😓 Tried my hand with something different and wrote a Emily/Mike friendship fic for you with some bonus of me trying to actually work the friendship of *everyone* into it as well.
I hope you enjoy it!
