Air decompressing, seals disengaging, the frosty breath of denied death expelling into the air.
Numb, but coming back together. Frozen, still, ice above and all around, under the flesh, in the blood, each thought plodding with a glacier’s speed.
Sight. Dull but coming on quick, harsh, light cutting around the edges of a dark shadow before him. Eminent. Important.
Pain came on, sudden and sharp in his bare chest, through his right arm, snapping at his naked feet, terrible and immense. Couldn’t cry out, not that he ever should, throat still clenched and tight, lungs moving in shallow pulls.
Terror welled in his gut, sour and frigid, pulsing up his spine, behind his eyes. Had to get out, to get away. Before the ice reached out and grabbed him, before it took him back and frozen him to the core, a white never ending nightmare.
He reached, tried to, something desperate and rasped leaving his throat when he couldn’t. Arms wouldn’t move, and neither would his legs. Didn’t know why, didn’t understand, but he was sorry. So sorry for whatever he’d done wrong, for whatever had forced him back into this terrible place.