He lay in the blackness as his body tingled, the tacky warmth an unpleasant contrast the bitter cold that assaulted him. Frozen fingers pressed against the boiling flesh as the lava of blood seeped through. It hurt, and it took all his remaining effort not to pull his hands away from the ache.
He called with a cracked voice for his brother, begging for a response, but none came. He thought for a moment, turning the facts over slowly in his sluggish mind, had he not heard? Had he actually called out? He tried to call louder, but this only seemed to motivate the flow crawling its escape from his neck.
He wanted to sit up and search, but his body didn't respond and he was suddenly left wondering why it was so dark, it had been bright not long ago, then the searing heat of the sun had burnt his face, he'd screamed and now it was black. So black, and so silent, he couldn't even hear his own heart in his ears. The his fingers weren't burning any more, neither where they cold, he could hardly feel them now. He could hardly feel anything.
And tremor of fear shot through him and he called again as his grasp slipped from his neck.
'Please' he begged the silent blackness. 'Please be okay'