(Sandeul's POV)

Sandeul ran over to Dongwoo as quickly as possible moving his hand to take the helmet off. As he was reaching for the strap, he heard Jinyoung shout from behind him. "Don't take it off yet. We need to check him and see how badly he's injured. If you move him too much, it could be very bad," he gently pushed Sandeul back and began checking Dongwoo over. He was still unconscious and bleeding on his arm. Jinyoung didn't see any blood coming out of the helmet, so he was guessing that his friend didn't have a cut on his head. Reaching down, he felt all of Dongwoo's limbs, satisfied when he didn't feel any broken bones. 

Glancing at Sandeul, he sighed. "He seems stable enough to move, so we can take him to the cabin. He needs to warm up, before he goes into shock."

Sandeul bit his lip nervously, nodding. "Okay." He helped Jinyoung carry Dongwoo to the cabin, where they opened the door and lay him on one of the beds. Jinyoung began ping the ski suit, checking to see if Dongwoo was warm enough underneath it. 

 Sandeul handed him a towel and a few thermal blankets. Jinyoung didn't say a word as they tried to draw some warmth back into their friend. After a few minutes, Jinyoung unbuckled the helmet and removed it carefully. Dongwoo's hair was plastered to his face and he had a cut. From what Jinyoung could see, the cut wasn’t serious. He also had a bruise on his temple where the helmet had hit the tree. 

While Jinyoung continued to try to warm up the injured man, Sandeul dialed 911. The call didn't go through, since he didn't have service. Growling in frustration, he walked a few steps away and tried it again. Still no service. 

Turning to Jinyoung, he shook his head. "No service. We need to get help and there's no ING SERVICE!" He threw his phone against the wall. "What now?" He was so frustrated that he was almost in tears. 

Jinyoung checked Dongwoo's pulse again, then smiled at Sandeul. The younger man was going hysterical with worry. "He seems okay, other than being unconscious…as far as I can tell. All we can do is continue to keep him warm and dry. I'll try calling with my phone." He pulled it out and dialed 911. It went through almost immediately, and he told the operator the situation and their location. She informed him that help would be there within twenty minutes. They just needed to sit tight and keep an eye on him.

Sandeul sighed, sitting down on a chair. He looked very distressed. "This wasn't supposed to happen...damn it." He blinked back tears, and Jinyoung smiled, touching his arm. Sandeul stiffened, pulling away. Jinyoung didn't let him go, drawing the other man to him. Sandeul melted into his arms, letting the tears fall. Jinyoung his hair, trying to sooth him. Sandeul was very tender. "He’ll be okay. I promise. Also…I know you're mad at me, for some reason, and I'm just wondering why. Is it about last night when you saw me with my date?" He studied Sandeul's face, smiling. "It didn't work out...so I wouldn't be hurting Dongwoo. I know that he likes me, but I've never seen him that way. He's a friend, and nothing more."

Sandeul shook his head, annoyed that the subject had come up. "You know, I REALLY like him...but he only sees you. I guess we all lose out on this one." He touched Dongwoo's face, the emotion on his face showing much more than his words could.