Part 3/?: when it hurts - bart (Smallville)
When it hurts - Bart
Fandom: Smallville
Author: vodooman
Rating: PG
Genre: Hurt, Comfort, Angst
Characters/Pairings: Bart, Chloe, Victor, Clark
Short summary: Noooooooo.
Disclaimer: Smallville and its characters are not mine. I only write fan fiction for entertainment and funs.
A/N: I’ll just tell you already, this one is a shocker, and I know a lot of people thought that it was harsh...
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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Nooooooooooooooo!!!
They were all holding him down. His struggle was in vain. Chloe was holding his left arm and hand. He tried more than once to grab her with his hand. He was struggling against those hands and arms holding him down.
Nooooooo!!! No no no no nooooooooo!!!!
Victor was on the other side holding his shoulder, and pushing his chest down. Clark was restraining his right leg, and the left stump that was all that was left of the once complete limb.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
He was slamming his head up and down. Into the pillows that did nothing to cushion the self-inflicted hits. Not his legs, not his legs, not his legs. Please anything but his legs…
He was sobbing and screaming. Incoherent. Nothing made sense. Nothing.
Kill me!! Ahhhhhh, please, kill me!!!!
It hurt. It hurt so much. He felt empty. Dead. Nothing would be the same. He was dead. Impulse was dead, and yet it all hurt so much.
Fandom: Smallville
Author: vodooman
Rating: PG
Genre: Hurt, Comfort, Angst
Characters/Pairings: Bart, Chloe, Victor, Clark
Short summary: Noooooooo.
Disclaimer: Smallville and its characters are not mine. I only write fan fiction for entertainment and funs.
A/N: I’ll just tell you already, this one is a shocker, and I know a lot of people thought that it was harsh...
::
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Nooooooooooooooo!!!
They were all holding him down. His struggle was in vain. Chloe was holding his left arm and hand. He tried more than once to grab her with his hand. He was struggling against those hands and arms holding him down.
Nooooooo!!! No no no no nooooooooo!!!!
Victor was on the other side holding his shoulder, and pushing his chest down. Clark was restraining his right leg, and the left stump that was all that was left of the once complete limb.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
He was slamming his head up and down. Into the pillows that did nothing to cushion the self-inflicted hits. Not his legs, not his legs, not his legs. Please anything but his legs…
He was sobbing and screaming. Incoherent. Nothing made sense. Nothing.
Kill me!! Ahhhhhh, please, kill me!!!!
It hurt. It hurt so much. He felt empty. Dead. Nothing would be the same. He was dead. Impulse was dead, and yet it all hurt so much.