A nightmare… its gotta be…
Falling…
I remember falling…
The cold started to register faintly, the wind caressing his exposed back.
This isn't my bed…
God it hurts to move…
His earpiece was on crooked, the microphone bent, broken and sparking, giving off static- Nothing but white noise to match the white landscape.
Did I hear footprints?
My minds gotta be playing tricks on me…
He tried to flip himself right side up, but the snow kept hold of him, smothering him, slowly encasing him in ice.
He buried his face deeper into his scarf, feeling a numbness creep over him- to tired and spent to care.
Just a dream… I'll….. Wake up soon.
Something jostled him, a low moan escaping from his lips.
"Doc? Is that you?" he breathed shakily through scarf and snow.
A pair of hands griped him and flipped him over, cold air rushed into his lungs.
"Everything's so cold doc… so cold" he strained to whispered, his lashes frozen shut.
He felt something snake under his arm and curled around his waist.
Everything's… heavy…
Gotta…
Stay….
Awake....