Stargate Atlantis, Guilt
aricadavidson wanted McKay killed off. Who am I to deny? I hope you like it, and thank you so much. Drabble. I’m thinking up something longer and nitty-gritty torture because I know you’re a sadistic doll like that.
Ain't I fab with titles?
Guilt
counterfeit
8 March 2005
Major John Sheppard was sitting a death vigil.
They had tried desperately to save him, this man looking pathetic and indistinct in the infirmary whites, but nothing would help. One doctor had dared suggest giving up before they’d even really started.
McKay-
-Rodney was on life support. His body was battered and cut and scabbed and held rigid with plaster. He had been tortured, and beaten, and one of his ribs had collapsed one of his lungs. On the right side. The ribs below it had been shattered and removed. His brain was still swelling and infected and fever-ridden. He was silent and still and probably not thinking-not probably, Beckett said he was brain dead. It was like he already was dead.
Dead.
He was...
John knew that the others already knew it. They were waiting for him to grip it, with his brain addled by torture-but not nearly as much as Rodney’s.
It was his command, his fault Rodney was-will be-is-dead.
It was his call when they’d let Rodney slip away.
But he was already gone. Only John was still there.
It was John’s call.
And yet the guilty survive. Again.
Ain't I fab with titles?
Guilt
counterfeit
8 March 2005
Major John Sheppard was sitting a death vigil.
They had tried desperately to save him, this man looking pathetic and indistinct in the infirmary whites, but nothing would help. One doctor had dared suggest giving up before they’d even really started.
McKay-
-Rodney was on life support. His body was battered and cut and scabbed and held rigid with plaster. He had been tortured, and beaten, and one of his ribs had collapsed one of his lungs. On the right side. The ribs below it had been shattered and removed. His brain was still swelling and infected and fever-ridden. He was silent and still and probably not thinking-not probably, Beckett said he was brain dead. It was like he already was dead.
Dead.
He was...
John knew that the others already knew it. They were waiting for him to grip it, with his brain addled by torture-but not nearly as much as Rodney’s.
It was his command, his fault Rodney was-will be-is-dead.
It was his call when they’d let Rodney slip away.
But he was already gone. Only John was still there.
It was John’s call.
And yet the guilty survive. Again.