Freezing blood

Lying in the snow, a light blanket of white dusting the top of him, he only colourful thing in his line of sight is the pool of red that’s dyed the snow around his head. His eyes focus on that for a good second, until he wonders why he’s staring at his own blood.He doesn’t want to die, but his numb hands are tingling from where the warm blood in the snow is meeting his skin, and he’s starting to think that he doesn’t have a choice in the matter. The man turns on the light in the car to get something, and there’s something that’s strange about the man, something about how he’s dressed, but Jason's eyes are instantly captured by the light shining through the windows, gently bathing the alleyway in its tentative warmth. It’s the most beautiful thing Jason's ever seen. So warm, safe, comforting. It’s calling for him, practically begging for Jason to come over and let the warmth cradle him in a hug. orjason is hurt, and the car in the alley across him looks so warm and inviting...