I was so cold. So very cold. I couldn’t see anything around me, just pitch blackness, my body was frozen. I couldn’t even open my mouth to scream for help. I remembered how I had got here, driving late at night, the skidding of tires, the brakes screaming as I spun out on the deserted road. I had hit a patch of black ice and lost control of my car. The pain I felt thought out my entire body confirmed I had survived the crash…for now. My body was far to cold to move and soon hypothermia would set in. No one knew I was out here. I had no one waiting for me at home, no one that would be concerned for me. I would die out here. The road was an empty rural lane,no houses or street lights for miles. I could no longer open my eyes, the cold promising blissful oblivion. I welcomed it. My body was no longer my own, and I grew tired of fighting the pull of death. But it didn’t come. Strange. All I wanted to do was sink under, surrender to the icy cold, but something wouldn’t let me. I tried to scream, but I couldn’t. I tried to open my eyes, move make any kind of movement but nothing worked. What was going on?! Then I heard a disembodied voice come from far away, a voice that sounded eerily familiar, but I couldn’t place it. “Any change nurse?” A second voice. “No doctor.” I screamed, but no one could hear me.