Jack
He was cold. God, he was so cold. Why wouldn't the shaking stop? He wanted to go to sleep, to never wake up. Someone wouldn't stop shaking him. Leave me alone. He thought. I don't want to wake up. A vision of a big ship flashed across his mind. Suddenly he was confused. More images followed.
A giant iceberg, handcuffs, and a red-haired girl. Wait. She was so familiar. Why couldn't he think right? A name, a name, was all he was looking for. The image started to blur around the edges. No! No! Stay there! He yelled in his mind. Don't leave! Something about the girl seemed so important, and he clung desperately to the need to remember. Rose. A small voice whispered in his head. Rose. He thought. He remembered now. Not who she was, but just that she was there. Now that he had that, he could rest. Finally.
His breathing eased and the shaking gradually slowed. He felt… warm. Hold on. He thought. He was confused. He hadn't been able to feel anything before. He could feel a spreading warmth that started on his back and snaked across his chest and was slowly spreading to his hands and feet. It hurt, little tiny pins and needles were stabbing him, and the warmth was getting stronger.
He shifted, and felt something tighten around him. Startled, he tried to throw it off, discovering he could barely move. The hold on him withdrew, and with it, the warmth. A sudden chill wracked his body and he started shivering violently. Then a fuzzy noise penetrated his brain. It sounded muffled, like someone had wrapped his ears in cotton. The warmth returned, and he realized someone was holding him. He stopped shivering, and welcomed the arms that were wrapped around him.
Now he could go to sleep.
Rose
As soon as I saw Jack shaking with chills, I instinctively lay down next to him and wrapped him up in my arms. The doctor told me he had a very bad case of hypothermia and no amount of blankets were warming him up.
I vaguely remembered from somewhere that the best way to stay warm was to share body heat, so I crawled into the bed next to him. I could feel him breathing, slowly and evenly, and somehow I knew he would live through this.
Eventually I dozed off, exhausted from the events of the night. I welcomed the rest at first, but then I started to dream.
I was in the water again, and was struggling to stay afloat. Someone grabbed me and pushed me under. The cold numbed my brain and I couldn't think. I was going to drown. Suddenly the person let go and I shot up to the surface. Jack had me, but then I couldn't move. I started sinking and no matter how hard I struggled, the surface never got any closer. I sank lower and lower, and the darkness wrapped itself around me.