A Scripta

"Good night, Daisuke" Masonry said in Japanese.

"Good night, Nathan," Frosty replied with a sigh.

Mase slept, but got up in the middle of the night, suddenly cold. He thought nothing of it, as he searched for a blanket. He pulled it over the two of them and went back to sleep.

Masonry stirred awake in the morning, shivering. He had wrapped the blanket around himself like a cocoon and was still cold. He sat up, wiping the sleep from his eyes turned to look at Frosty.

He was covered in a thick layer of frost.

"Frosty!" he cried, and knelt on the mat beside him. He looked at the frost, then impotently at his hands. He didn't care - he touched Frosty and shook him. It was like shaking a snowball. He took back his hands, now red with frostbite. "Frosty! Daisuke? Daisuke! Not you too!"

He scrambled back off the mat, his hands against his face. Daisuke, dead. Both of them, dead. They're dead and I couldn't do anything about it. He started backing away, getting to his feet, his face still in his hands, his eyes wide in panic. He's dead, he's dead--

Daisuke is not dead.

He stopped.

He's like E. He's breathing. He's moving slowly. Go look at his face.

Mase studied Frosty, noticing that he no longer had the red costume that had become his second skin. The pointy shoulder pads were gone. He wore casual clothes, his white jacket and a pair of white pants with a blue accents. Even his scarf was covered with a thin sheen of frost. Mase walked around to the other side of the mat.

Masonry gasped, seeing Frost's eyes open, and the eyes moving. He slowly, very slowly looked up at Mase. Masetouched Frosty's face, ignoring the frostbite. Through his tears, he summoned up a weak smile. "Hey, Daisuke, let me get you defrosted."

He stood up, and summoned power, and sent it to Frosty to heal him. Nothing. He tried again. Nothing. He went over to him and pulled him into an embrace, willing warmth from his body into Frost's. He sat there, holding Frost, who couldn't speak. Frost infinitely slowly moved a hand to Mase's arm. Still nothing.

Get him to the hospital, Nate.

Masonry nodded, and picked him up, cradling him like he did with E. He started toward the base's entrance. "We're going to the hospital, okay? They'll take care of you. I won't leave you..."