[ WP ] A man finds out that he is immortal .

Henry drove down the ice covered road in a fury. He had to make it back home before the snow storm got any worse. His windshield wipers swung back and forth with great force. He could hardly see out of the windshield when he felt his phone vibrate. He slid his hand into his pocket. As he pulled his phone out it slip from his hands. Henry tried to catch his phone as it flew into the passenger seat. He reached over and grabbed his phone tight before looking back at the road. He looked back at the road only to realize it was too late. The car was approaching a guard rail. 
 
 Henry smashed on the brakes as the car crumbled against the guard rail. The air bags deployed as his car began to flip into the air. Henry felt weightless for a moment and he had a moment of clarity. Everyone he knew, everyone he ever loved, every little opportunity he ever had appear flashed before him as the car smashed into a tree and he lost conciseness. 
 
 The smell of burning rubber awoke Henry. He felt weak as he looked around the damaged car. The taste of blood filled his mouth as he looked down he could see a large piece of metal sticking into his chest. He then felt something odd, but he could not figure out exactly what he was feeling. The sensation then began to pulse throughout his body as if it was a second heart beat. 
 
 The sensation then began to move towards the parts of his body where he was injured, and before his very eyes the piece of metal fell out of his chest and the taste of blood disappeared. He then felt a jolt of energy. His weakness was gone and he felt as if he could run twenty miles without stopping. The car was contorted around Henry, but he began to twist himself out of the driver ’ s seat and out into the snow. The night was cold and the winds sent a shiver down Henry ’ s spine. He looked back at his mangled car as a fire spewed out from the engine and began to engulf his car. Henry knew he needed to get out of the cold, but his could never get to his phone. He decided to walk back to the road and see if any cars passed by. 
 
 He marched through the snow and stepped onto the icy road. He knew someone would come for him. Henry decided to stand by the road and wait for help. After an hour of pacing in the snow Henry had to return to the car to get warmth from the fire. He sat it the snow for hours and could feel his body tensing up as his fingers slowly turned purple. His breaths became weaker and his vision declined. He felt anger thinking that he survived such a horrible crash only to die of frostbite and before he knew it he lost consciousness. 
 
 Henry opened his eyes and saw the blue sky above him and he could hear the sound of a siren approaching. He then felt the sensation once again, pulsing through his body before focusing on his fingers and toes and returning them to their natural color. Henry stood up and looked at the a police officer exiting his car and running towards him. 
 
 “ Sir, are you alright? ” asked the officer. 
 
 “ Yes, I think I am. ” answered Henry. 

