Feel the Snow (Jack Frost x Blind!Reader) Chp. 3

~~ A/N: Oh my goodness, guys. I just realized I switched reader's POV from Second (first chapter) to First-person! (Second chapter.) I'm really sorry about that! ; A ;. First-person is my preferred style when writing reader-inserts, so I just automatically started writing like that. Tell me if you'd like for me to switch POV in the first or second and third chapters. ~~



I turned my head slightly, feeling Jack's soft tufts of hair against my shoulder, neck, and chin. As I heard his breathing slow to a steady pattern, I could tell he had fallen asleep. Smiling a little bit, I marked my page and closed the book, setting it down next to me on the bed. I carefully maneuvered him to a laying position on my bed, covering him with the blanket. I smiled again at my successful work, and could only guess that he was in a comfortable position. I was not willing to feel to find out.

Setting my book down on the night stand, I reached over and grabbed my walking stick. I was feeling a bit peckish, so I decided to go downstairs for a bite to eat.

Using the stick to feel for each stair, I climbed my way down the staircase. I breathed in the scent of the house, smiling at the familiar scent. Yes, I did live alone, but every once in awhile, a friend of mine would come to help me with cleaning, laundry, and other house chores that I could not accomplish on my own. We had also managed to buy a lot of voice-activated appliances that were specially designed for the blind and visually impaired. Oh, the wonders of modern technology.

Opening the fridge, I felt around for the cake me and (friend's name) had made the other day, craving a piece. Once I found the correct canister, I placed it on the counter, carefully opening the cabinet and pulling out a plate. Once I set the plate down, I opened the canister and sliced myself a delicious, small sized piece of chocolate cake. I smiled, making the well-known way to the utensils drawer and opening it, being careful as I felt for a fork.

Once my snack was ready, I sat at the bar, carefully maneuvering myself in a comfortable position to munch on the moist, chocolatey treat before me. I used my fork to slice a piece off the cake, and bring it to my lips, munching on the delicious baked good.

"What'cha doin'?"

I squeaked, dropping my fork at the sudden voice that came from behind me. Jack.

"E-Eating some cake. You woke up, I understand," I said, standing up to try and locate my fork. As my feet met with the floor, I felt a stabbing pain go through my large toe, indicating I had stepped on the prongs of the fork. "Ah-!" I jumped, tripped, really, since my other foot had not touched with solid ground yet. As I felt myself fall, I felt a pair of strong hands catch my arms, and could feel myself fall into something hard and strong. I only guessed that it was his chest. No, I knew it was his chest, because I could feel his breathing. My face flushed.

"Woa, there snowflake. You ok?" He asked me. I nodded, solidly placing my feet under me and standing.

"T-Thank you." I said, and I tried stepping forward, but felt a sharp pain make it's way through my foot. I squeaked as I nearly fell forward again. However, I caught myself on the chair before that could happen.

"I think you could use some help, there," I heard Jack say, and before I could protest, I felt a pair of arms lift me up bridal-style.

"What are you doing?!" I squeaked, my face turning warm as I flushed.

"Helping you up to your room- Oh your foot's bleeding," He said nonchalantly, as if bleeding wasn't anything major.

"Could you tell me how bad it is?" I asked, seriously wondering if my foot was gushing blood all over my floor, which was white carpet.

"Oh, it's nothing major, just..uhm..Oh no that's actually a lot of blood," He said, as I felt my soft bed sheets settle underneath me. I hadn't even felt him walk up the stairs. "Stay right here," I heard along with the sound of feet rushing out of the room. I assumed he had gone to get me a bandage.

"My, my. Who is this little creature the Winter Spirit has taken an interest in?" I heard a low voice whisper.

"Who's there?" I asked, furrowing my brows. This voice was completely unfamiliar to me, and it made me slightly scared. It most certainly wasn't Jack.

"Oh, nothing. Only your worst nightmare.