So did I, Kagome 11. So did I. (Want to see a hug, that is. But if you stick around with this story, it has plenty of hugs later on. I hope.)

It was cold. Too cold.

The frigid air chilled the breath from his lungs as he attempted to stand. His arms shook violently beneath him and his legs were slow to support him as he wobbled to his feet.

His eyes were wide, yet unseeing as he stumbled through the pitch black forest, any light coming from the night sky absorbed by the shadows, cast by the aging trees around him.

He kept his arms thrust out, using them as sensors to find obstacles before he ran face first into them instead, even though he wanted nothing more than to curl up and warm his frozen fingers by the fleeting warmth of his breath. He kept moving, finding every excuse, every argument to keep going as he ran. His body screamed at him with every bone, every minor and major muscle, to stop. To just lie down on the cold, hard ground and find solace in the numbness as he let it overpower him and eventually let him fall into a sleep that he would hopefully never wake from.

He kept moving. He fought against his bones, his body and let his feet step one foot in front of the other through the endless darkness and cold. Even when his breaths came shorter and shorter, and his feet slid accrossed the ground, rather than stepped, he kept moving.

Eventually the cold had settled in his bones, weighing him down, and he fell.

He didn't get up.

...

By the time anyone had found him, he was on the brink of death. They had to start up his heart twice before it beated continuously on it's own.

They had been a family of close knit friends, hard core campers who had bravely set up camp in the locally named 'Freezing Forest,' where it was rumored no one returned. One of these campers had gone a little ways from their tents to find extra scrap wood to burn for the night, when he stumbled acrossed the barely breathing body. He had immediately screamed for help, his friends coming to rush to his aid. They dragged the assumed corpse into the clearing they had set up in, which allowed for a minimal amount of natural light. The eldest of the group, and also the shortest, checked the frozen man over, since he was the only one out of the four of them that had a medical license. He cried out in relief to his comrades when he found the man was alive. Two immediately began building a fire, while a third started the hike to retrieve his truck so they could take the man to a hospital. The truck was three miles away.

The fourth man stayed kneeled by the patient, staring at the man's face with an expression of complete incredulity.

"Stanferd!?"

hehe, I promise it will get better.

Idk, I think I'm putting a stop to prompts rn, I have a lot to catch up on and I'm still writing on my phone. For instance I could've sworn this fic was longer before I put it in the doc manager. Ahem, anyway. Love ya, don't die, and see ya I guess!

stan: hey! What about us!?

Me: what ABOUT you?

ford: I think he's saying you've neglected us long enough, carmen.

Me: pish posh! I neglect nothing! (Not on purpose.)