Prompt Post One
The Mission Impossible 4: Ghost Protocol Prompt Post One is now open!
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five.
"--drugged him with some kind of fancy version of sodium pentothal mixed with--"
"--maybe a form of hallucinogen--"
His head hurts.
A lot.
"--should be fine, the tests will tell us--
"--just sit with him--"
Did a door just close? His fingers grapple around. Scratchy sheets. Hospital bed?
"Will?"
Ethan. Good, that's nice. Warm. Safe.
Brandt smiles.
"C'mere," he says. His voice sounds a bit scratchy.
He hears a chair scrape across the floor (ow noise noise) and then Ethan's sitting next to his left, leaning forward, arms folded on his sheets.
He looks tired. There's a cut slicing up near his temple. Looks fresh.
He's not smiling.
"Hey. Stop it." Brandt tries for authoritative, but it comes out a little whiny. Same old, same old.
Ethan looks bemused, but there's a smile toying at the edge of his mouth and that's what Brandt wanted anyway, so.
The lamp casts a really soft, sleepy orange glow on the sheets. Mmm. He closes his eyes.
He feels something start to gently fiddle with his fingers, and when his eyes flicker open Ethan's threading his fingers through his own, then unthreading them, then just stroking his thumb across the knuckles, then he's tangling his own fingers with them again. On, off, on, off.
It's cute. Brandt would laugh if he didn't feel so hazy.
Then it reminds him of something.
"Hot. Cold. On. Off. Typical."
"Hm?" Ethan looks concerned.
And then it's like the dam breaks.
"What are you going to do with me, Ethan? You've already hooked me in. Is that it? Is it over now?"
What is he saying? He can't stop, he just keeps going, he's just so dizzy and frustrated and he needs to know why.
"Was it just a bit of fun? Are you done? Because I can't just…I just can't." Christ, his vision's blurring, is he crying? Fuck. He tries to blink it away.
Ethan's eyes are dark and solemn.
The silence in the room suddenly feels very loud.
"Do you want it to be over?" There's not a trace of inflection in Ethan's tone.
"I-" but then his thoughts are suddenly sluggish. It feels like ice is starting to slip through his veins.
He lifts his wrist and sees a clear liquid running into his wrist through a catheter. No, no, not the right time, not now.
He glances up at Ethan, but he's staring past him, staring through him, like he can't even look him in the eye.
The last thing Brandt takes in before he slips into unconsciousness is Ethan leaning close (close and warm and safe), brushing his lips against his cheek and murmuring softly, so soft that he almost doesn't hear,
"Sorry."
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