I awoke, a cool feeling slowly dripping through my throat, making my bones feel muddy and cold. It never stopped flowing through me, that feeling of cold. I looked up into the clean, white hair of The Star-Keeper, who held a tray. I had been given three doses of something from the feeling going through my body, but what it was is a mystery to me.
I twisted and turned in anguish, groaning in slight pain. It didn't hurt but I hated this feeling, like lukewarm water being spilled over your hands after jumping into a pile of snow. I almost felt hate seep through me for the doctor. He was a good man though, he wouldn't do anything to hurt me. This made me relax, as a big, burly guard came through the doorway. He grumbled that I'd have to go out for a bit, and that all the other demons were doing it so it might help with the cold I felt. I looked up at him slowly, giving him a slight lopsided grin as he picked me up gently- like I was fragile. Im not, and I never will be.
I groaned in pain, the nose of the guard wrinkling in disgust. I held his shoulders tightly, keeping close to his uniformed body. It was warm, and I felt like I was beginning to die from this unholy cold that had set upon me as though Lucifer himself had beaten down on me. I murmured silently, slowly falling into the black of unconsciousness.
I've never like snowflakes..