Scribble 14 : Can A Frozen Man Caught Cold?

Welcome, Wanderers.

Again, we met in this edge of reality where both Logic and Illogic coexist without fighting over preferred method to prepare a cup of tea.

Anyway, this would be a pretty short one, mainly a monologue about someone on verge of death. It's one of the things I always wanted to write, but never actually  write, so this is my attempt in scratching one item in my list.

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Scribble 14 : Can A Frozen Man Caught Cold?

I remembered falling, but not much else.

The Antarctic ocean embraced me with all its coldness, as I sank deeper to its being.

Humans really are selfish beings. I was one of the 300 person in the flight from Melbourne to Santiago. And yet every single one of us is focused on saving ourselves. Even though half would be saved by stepping on the other half, no one would want to be abandoned, thus reducing the overall probability to be saved.

The fifty percent chance has dropped to less than ten percent. And of course I won't be among the saved ones.

My body started to go numb. It shouldn't be long before my brain started to freeze, as the cold ocean mercilessly deleted my existence from this world.

You know, when people describes near-death experience, they'd say something like their life flashed in front of their eyes, or there's bright light on the limbo or something. Well, in my case, neither happened. I have no way to know if their was the "proper" one or mine is, but all I see is just the colour blue, emphasizing the futility of my struggle against this unfair world.

Is this what dying feels like?

Well, you know you hadn't died yet when you still able to ask that question, don't you?

Was my left hand just shattered? How cold is it anyway? The water is still liquid, but I know better than base my judgement on that. For one thing, water could still be liquid far below zero degree centigrade, if the conditions are correct. It doesn't really matter.

It's funny, really. When on such condition, one would think that even I would focus on staying alive. Au contraire, instead I focused on such stupid trivia as how cold a water could stay liquid.

Another cracking noise reverberated in my skull. Human ears aren't exactly made to capture sound underwater, so I can't hear anything, per se.

Again, those were utterly useless trivia that couldn't matter less to me right now. My body heat was seeping out, I counted the beat of my heart in a futile effort to keep myself sane. Before I know it, I can't think about anything else other than my own heartbeat.

I remembered drowning, as cold water slowly cut off all my senses.

A bright light stabbed my eyes as two hands shook my shoulders.

"Honey, honey!" slowly, I opened my eyes to a dining table that I had seen at least a million times. "You shouldn't fell asleep on your breakfast."

I looked up to the source of the voice, to the face I never thought I'd see again.

"Uh, yeah." I glanced at the watch on my left wrist, and a surge of memories rushed to my mind. Monday, two days after my flight. My new job, director for Chile branch. "I still can't get used to the time zone."

The voice let a chuckle. "Well, it's just two days after we arrived, after all. You have an orientation at nine, which means you have an hour to prepare." a crack momentarily appeared at her face as she walked back to her seat.

"Lilly."

"Yea?"

"How could you survive?"

"What do you mean? You saved me, remember?"

"I didn't."

"What are you talking about, of course you did." she sighed "Although I would prefer if you didn't sacrifice yourself in the process."

"I- what?"

"You died at the crash. But somehow, you managed to save me."

"I can't save anyone if I die. The fact that both of us are here, does that mean both of us are saved or both of us died?"

"Maybe you have to answer that for yourself." and then everything disappeared.

I remembered falling, but not much else....

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