It's Cold - Chuck Steinberg x OC

The Red Room

Really quick: I'm sorry I haven't updated; yes I'm still alive, just busy with school. I've also been avoiding this chapter for obvious reasons,😂lol. Suffer with me guys✋😭: enjoy ;)

I wasn't breathing. 

That's all I knew. 

My lungs just stopped. 

It was so cold. 

My heart beat so loud my ears were throbbing. Keep running. Keep Running. 

I body ached, but I couldn't feel anything. 

Being chased is not a good feeling. I knew they would catch me, so what was the use? 

"Chuck?!" I called out.

"Stella?! Auggie?! Anyone?!" I was desperately wailing out, but no one came. I turned behind me, only to be met by a ghostly white girl with flowing white hair. She brought a finger to her lips, shushing me. She stood back, then she was in my face screaming. 

I threw my body up, breathing heavily, I finally felt my heat begin to beat again. My heart didn't slow down as I looked around me. I recognized that I was in Chuck's room, but I didn't see him. I started to panic even more when I heard the door open. 

Chuck. I realized as a quiet sigh of relief left my lips. 

"Morning." He said sitting next to me.

"Morning." I said, but my voice was dry and raspy. 

He gently pulled me into his chest after hearing me talking. 

"God, you're colder than last night." He muttered, but I heard. 

"I can't tell. I just ... I can't-" I struggled with my words. 

"Don't talk, I don't want you to get worse." He whispered, kissing my forehead. I could hear the fear and sadness in his voice, but he masked it quite well. "I made you some breakfast, Stella wants to go find that Baptiste chick or something." 

I sighed, knowing that this moment would run short eventually. I got up, taking a bunch of blankets with me, my body twitched every now and then. He helped me down the stairs to his dining room. The breakfast, well ... let's just say you could tell Chuck made it. But I whole-heartedly appreciated everything he's done since last night. 

"Thank you." I said barely above a whisper. He nodded in return, helping me get situated. 

I started to eat, the food was warm and felt nice in my throat. 

"I-I also made you hot chocolate." He said, walking over to the stove, pulling a boiling hot liquid from the heated surface. I carefully observed him pouring the drink and bringing it over to me. 

"Careful, it's-" 

I took a big gulp of it, not feeling any sort of burn. 

"-hot." He let out a small laugh. 

I continued to eat, taking note of how his eyes never left me. 

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." I said, my voice much clearer, and feeling a lot less ... frosty. 

He looked down as a quick blush spread across his face. A smile adorned both of our secretly worried faces. 

I wish this would last longer.

***

It didn't take long for our group to find Louise Baptiste. It surprised me she was still alive, but I followed them, none the less. Chuck refused to leave me side. He kept a tight hand wrapped around my frigid one. Every now and then I would rub his knuckles with my thumb to comfort him. He was super fidgety and he kept having to move around. He was scared, and so was I. But I was going to do everything I could to help him.