Falling Stars

Frank gasped as the man landed on him, nearly making him fall out of his wheelchair. He pushed the man off of him and frowned. The man had short white hair which was slightly dampened by the melted snow and blood along with the rest of his body. Frank frowned deeply and checked his pulse. Slow but alive. He sighed and pulled the man back on his lap. Frank pushed into his bedroom and struggled to put the man on his bed. He went to the bathroom and turned the tap on, letting the water heat up. Frank grabbed a bucket and stuck it under the water and dropped a couple rags in. He turned the water off once it got to a decent level and took the bucket to his room.

Frank sat the bucket down and started to clean the blood off the man’s body. He sighed and went to grab the heating pads in the closet. Frank plugged them in and placed them under the man. Once the blood stopped flowing Frank pulled the blankets over the man and sighed.

“Who the hell is this and where did he come from?” He thought, opening up his dresser and grabbing a pack of cigarettes. Frank grabbed his lighter off the counter and tore open the new pack, place a cigarette between his lips. He sparked up his lighter and inhaled deeply. Frank sighed softly, blowing smoke out. He grabbed the now cold rags off the man and dipped them in the hot water. Frank rang them out and put them back in place. He watched the man struggle to breathe but noticed something. Pieces of ice came out with his breaths. Frank pushed the man onto his side and frowned. The heating pads were ice cold.

“What the fuck?”

Notes

Sorry it's short I'm in a rush rn