If you read the summary, than you know whose POV this is in.
I can't tell if it's day or night, but I know I'm cold. Very cold, to the point of numbness. And I'm wet, too. All over. Not, soaked, but close enough. My clothes stick to my body because of the water-probably from the ice I slipped in-and I think I just shivered.
Feeling strong hands, then arms, wrap around me…wait, wait, wait. There are no arms. None. They are no more real than the voices murmuring in my head. Incoherent and damnable.
These supposed arms begin to settle me into a position where I guess I could be carried. That is, if I was going somewhere. Which I'm NOT. I'm on my ass; water soaking in because it was slightly warm today. There. That's…it…oh no…not again…
