Gerard wasn't sure if he made a sound when whatever was shot at him found its way to his body. He just knew that it instantly felt like his body had been plunged into ice. The freezing feeling spread through him, making him feel like he couldn't even move. He wasn't sure how he was even able to continue breathing through the sensation.

His vision was so dark, but somehow Frank's face broke through the darkness. The warm sensation of Frank's hand on his cheek as he said something with a panic that Gerard couldn't make out. Gerard wanted so desperately to say something in response, but he couldn't form any sound through the freezing. Then, Frank was gone. He was back to only seeing darkness. He could hear muffled voices, but he couldn't make out their words. He could see specks of magic, but he couldn't make out their origin.

He shut his eyes, trying to reach out to his own magic. It was weak. It shivered, trying to navigate to Gerard's chest through the cold. It's progress was slow, and it seemed to lose pieces of itself along the way.

"Please." Gerard begged inside, holding his eyes shut tighter. "Please, I need to help him."

A small piece of Gerard's magic wrapped itself around his heart, shivering between its beats. It spoke in small bursts, disoriented and scared by what was happening.

"We need to make it out." Gerard hoped his magic could still feel his will, that it would still listen. Like the rest of his body, however, it seemed to be losing the ability to move freely.

It whispered between heartbeats. It longed to reach out for that magic that had previously made it so angry. It felt the connection in Gerard's heart and wanted more. It began to trail up from Gerard's chest, making it's way up Gerard's neck and moving around his skull.

Gerard could feel a burst of energy in the air around him before the sensation of falling. He tried to cry out, but the cold sensation still kept him silent. The next thing he knew, he was lying flat on a cold, hard surface. That small thread of magic still swirled around his skull, now sounding panicked as it attempted to figure out what just happened. Gerard tried to open his eyes, but found himself unable to. No part of his body would listen to any command to move. He was frozen on this flat surface, cut off his sight with his magic screaming in his head.

He wanted to call out so bad. He needed to know if Frank was still there. What was happening to his body. How only a sliver of his magic was speaking to him, and how could he calm it down?.. But he was stuck with that frozen sensation still running through him.