mad_muses august prompt set 1.2.1 [tears of an angel - ryandan]
Stop every clock // Stars are in shock // The river would run to the sea // I won't let you fly // I won't say goodbye // I won't let you slip away from me // Can you hear heaven cry // Tears of an angel
Hank. She's...
Someone shot my kid.
From the moment you see those words on the screen, you forget to breathe.
You've seen the damage a bullet can do. You know the spray of blood it causes and you know how easily it can steal a life away. In that moment, it's little comfort to know Hank is in surgery because all you can think is that there won't be enough time. It wouldn't matter if you had super speed, you wouldn't get there quick enough to save her. Because that's all you need to do, you just need to get to her and save her.
But you shouldn't need to.
Hank is strong, she's supposed to be able to survive just about anything but you have to remember, in that moment, that she's not indestructible. It's easy to forget at times too. It's easy to forget that not everyone is immortal like you. Not everyone is just going to spit out a bullet when they get shot. Hank just can't get up, dust herself off and complain about ruining another shirt because of the hole caused by the bullet and the blood that followed.
The sudden urge to be sick comes on so quickly that it startles you as you stumble to the bathroom, not used to the sudden kick of her stomach or the burning sensation the bile causes as it comes up just as you rush to the toilet. You remember know why you're glad you're never sick but this isn't an illness. This is just emotion coming out in a physical manner as you grip the edge of the seat and close your eyes, willing it all to be done.
When you can stand, you're shaky but it doesn't matter. You're wasting precious time and Hank needs you. You'll run there if you need to but there are quicker ways to get there. You have a plane and you have a fiancé that can jump through time and space. You'll use anything to get to Hank because you need to. You need her.
You're selfish and you're not ashamed to admit it. You need her because she keeps you sane even while driving you crazy. You need her because she knows how to make you smile and she knows how to come to your rescue. She's the one who threatens to smack a bitch when someone has pissed you off and you can't do without that.
As the tears start to fall, you vow to get to her before she can slip away because you're not going to let her. You're going to do whatever it takes to bring her back even if you need to give her blood. You'll give her all your blood if you need to. Because screw it, you're selfish and you don't care.
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Hank. She's...
Someone shot my kid.
From the moment you see those words on the screen, you forget to breathe.
You've seen the damage a bullet can do. You know the spray of blood it causes and you know how easily it can steal a life away. In that moment, it's little comfort to know Hank is in surgery because all you can think is that there won't be enough time. It wouldn't matter if you had super speed, you wouldn't get there quick enough to save her. Because that's all you need to do, you just need to get to her and save her.
But you shouldn't need to.
Hank is strong, she's supposed to be able to survive just about anything but you have to remember, in that moment, that she's not indestructible. It's easy to forget at times too. It's easy to forget that not everyone is immortal like you. Not everyone is just going to spit out a bullet when they get shot. Hank just can't get up, dust herself off and complain about ruining another shirt because of the hole caused by the bullet and the blood that followed.
The sudden urge to be sick comes on so quickly that it startles you as you stumble to the bathroom, not used to the sudden kick of her stomach or the burning sensation the bile causes as it comes up just as you rush to the toilet. You remember know why you're glad you're never sick but this isn't an illness. This is just emotion coming out in a physical manner as you grip the edge of the seat and close your eyes, willing it all to be done.
When you can stand, you're shaky but it doesn't matter. You're wasting precious time and Hank needs you. You'll run there if you need to but there are quicker ways to get there. You have a plane and you have a fiancé that can jump through time and space. You'll use anything to get to Hank because you need to. You need her.
You're selfish and you're not ashamed to admit it. You need her because she keeps you sane even while driving you crazy. You need her because she knows how to make you smile and she knows how to come to your rescue. She's the one who threatens to smack a bitch when someone has pissed you off and you can't do without that.
As the tears start to fall, you vow to get to her before she can slip away because you're not going to let her. You're going to do whatever it takes to bring her back even if you need to give her blood. You'll give her all your blood if you need to. Because screw it, you're selfish and you don't care.
[in response to this and this]