FALLING FOR MR FROST

KSO

through the air. My breath hitched as

ped up and the taillights disappeared int

witnessed a

, frozen. My brain still struggl

Yes,

out of i

own, but I caught myself just in time. The perso

Oh God

eart racing in my che

ere was no movement and he was unresponsive, a dark

looke

d really,

I volunteered at the community center, but thi

ds trembled so badly, I could bar

he screen, my fingers numb, barely

mach d

gain but still nothing. The storm

every window dark and the nearest hospital was miles away. No cars, no people, noth

my eyes and inhaled, summoning some inner strength. Carefully, I turned the

ng. That was the only word for it. Pale skin, sharp feature

nting somewhere rather, and not lying

a thin linen shirt and a pair of dark pants. N

was still breathtak

o my pocket and yanking off the scarf from my neck. I pressed

but notice just how cold he was-his skin was actually fr

f his neck. "Please be okay, please be okay," I muttered unde

...sadly you couldn't expect more from an unconscious p

not come. I had to get him inside, get him warm, get him warm

e, basically something similar to a fireman's carry I'd only

ed in protest but I pushed forward any

rned. The man's blood was soaking through my coat, wa

nta Claus was s

through the foggy snow-the converted house split into four smaller

econd floor and I could h

reached the front door, I had to put him down to find my keys,

elt it in one of my pockets.There. I unlocked the door and half-c

soaked through with melted snow and blood. My hands were shaking so badly, I could

that he was f

gh

grabbing my first aid kit from under the sink an

s beside the couch. He was still unconscious, but his ch

away from the wound on his tem

for a cl

fr

nking as realizati

ding had

and I stumbled back. "What?"

e gash had been large and deep...I h

n. My fingers pushed back a good chunk of his dark hair from his forehead. The

the

injury and then were perfectly fine some minutes after. Wounds didn't just

n't crazy. I reached out again, convinced that if I just looked cl

ngers could even

s snapp

d me of glaciers and for just a fraction of a second-so b

ssible speed, clang around

g but stare into those eyes while one

hell did I bri