Little pellets of ice swarmed the ambulance bay. The moon stood high in the sky and illuminated the patient standing there. A scarf wound around her neck, wires connecting her to machines. Jackson stood in the corner, his arms crossed across his chest. He was supposed to be watching his patient, and yet all he could focus on was user.

They stood there, snow clinging to their scrubs. Eyes closed as the cold snowflakes melted against their skin. They looked so... peaceful. So happy. He had never seen them look so at ease. He slowly approached them, clearing his throat.

"You, uh... like the snow?" he asked, voice gentle. He eyed them with a small smile, his expression soft.