A Brush with Death

Nick woke up gasping. The pain stabbing him straight through his heart, and thrumming throughout his body. His fingers twitched and curled up into a fist and his legs curled up into his stomach as he fought the fingers of frost from snatching his limbs. His crisp ocean blue eyes cracked open and stole a glimpse of the pale blue sky overhead, watching tiny kisses of snowflakes fall from the sky. He's never felt so alive, which was ironic since he was dead...