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.