Fic | Fading
There was one moment - one moment among the haze - where everything in the world was clear. For one precious moment, the chemicals running through his body dulled the pain and sharpened his vision and he could see a shape standing over him. Something that had grown far too familiar over the past days. He could see the head, the shoulders, the posture, and for once, the sight was something comforting rather than terrifying.
He knew those shoulders, that hair, the way those arms held a pistol, shifting to one side. He could hear the voice yelling, "Here! Medic, I've got him!" And for that moment, barely the span of a heartbeat, he was smiling.
The next moment, his eyes were closed as he mused how odd it was how the most vivid memories were single moments in time. Like that moment suspended in time when he'd been falling, staring up into the sky, at the receding shape of the man who'd dropped him onto the rubble where he was now resting. And it was strange, he thought, that it had hurt so much just a few moments before, how the chunks of concrete had been stabbing into his back.
But now, as he was smiling, everything just felt calm and warm as he slid into a darkness that was, for once, comfortable instead of frightening. Nothing could hurt him now. He was in a better place.
He knew those shoulders, that hair, the way those arms held a pistol, shifting to one side. He could hear the voice yelling, "Here! Medic, I've got him!" And for that moment, barely the span of a heartbeat, he was smiling.
The next moment, his eyes were closed as he mused how odd it was how the most vivid memories were single moments in time. Like that moment suspended in time when he'd been falling, staring up into the sky, at the receding shape of the man who'd dropped him onto the rubble where he was now resting. And it was strange, he thought, that it had hurt so much just a few moments before, how the chunks of concrete had been stabbing into his back.
But now, as he was smiling, everything just felt calm and warm as he slid into a darkness that was, for once, comfortable instead of frightening. Nothing could hurt him now. He was in a better place.