In Search of Warmth

This was it. This was the end. Anthea was going to freeze to death right here, in the middle of her flat. She was being dramatic, part of her could see that, but when you’re ill and sitting in an icy flat you’re not going to really think logically. One-shot.

Can be read entirely on it's own, but takes place within the work of my fanfic "A First Time For Everything".