Third Person
Big, thick flakes of white snow fell from the gray-blanketed sky and over a small town in Russia. Barry Allen was struggling horribly, but hiding it from the rest of his team. His powers never worked well in the cold; it was something to do with the restriction of blood vessels and not being able to produce as much energy due to shivering prior to running. And if he stopped, he would only grow slower, and colder.
Hal Jordan didn't really mind it; when flying through the vacuum of space, it was below freezing temperatures. The Russian cold made it feel like summer compared to space. He was too busy focusing on watching Barry, just to make sure he didn't need back up.
The rest of the League was off dealing with the rest of the problem elsewhere; Hal and Barry got the liberty of taking out the dangerous stuff. Typically Barry wouldn't mind, due to his thirst for thrill when it came to fighting, but it was so damn cold. Too damn cold, almost, for the speedster.
The weather kept growing colder, and more snowy. The enemies got harder to see, but Hal pretty much covered it. He made Barry stay back a little, and dove head first into their challenge. While wiping most of them out, one had creeped up on Barry, and he didn't know.
"Bar-"
It was too late. An ear-piercing scream came from Barry, and he collapsed to the ground. Hal killed off the last of the enemies, with Barry's being the first he demolished, and rushed to Barry's side. Bright, crimson blood caked the coruscating snow, just like velvet cake with spots of white frosting. Barry was slightly whimpering, holding the large weapon that implanted itself through his leg.
"Fuck," Hal murmured, scooping his friend up out of the cold, bloody snow, "You hit the artery,"
Barry, despite his pain, made a smart ass remark.
"I hit my artery?" He smirked.
Hal smiled, but it soon faded as he watched the blood leaking out on his white gloves. The snow was becoming heavier, to the point where you could barely see ahead of you. The coldness stung Barry's leg, making the little warm blood droplets steam and freeze on his skin.
"Hal to base, we need back up; Hal to- Hello?! Bats?!"
The wind picked up, making Barry shiver and grab his arms and curl up his legs, whilst Hal tried to contact the base. The blizzard was too heavy now, and he couldn't send a signal to the base.
Barry was bleeding heavier. It was soaking into Hal's uniform, and giving him a disgustingly warm feeling. Hal murmured a few lines of curse words to himself, and ripped off a large chunk of his suit. Very tightly, he wrapped it around Barry's thigh to stop blood flow.
"Ouch, Hal," Barry whined softly, reaching down with his hands to stop Hal. Instead, he grabbed Hal's hand and squeezed rather hard.
Hal didn't know what to do; it was just going to keep getting colder, and sun down was coming soon. Barry was bleeding out, it would go a bit slower now, but he needed to be somewhere warm. He couldn't contact base, and there were no houses in sight.
Scanning the area, his eyes fell onto a deep ditch in the ground. So far, that was his best bet; snow didn't look like it was getting into the ditch, and it was low enough to block any wind. Hal scooped up Barry gently, and Barry put his arms around Hal's neck.
