Last Image
Title: Last Image
Disclaimer: Not mine... which is probably a good thing in the long run...
Warnings: angst, allusions to character death
Word Count: 270
Parings: Kurt/Puck
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Puck and Kurt get hit by a drunk driver
A/N: It's finals week, and after a very stressful day, this is what happened... sorry in advance. =/
It hurt. He hurt. He couldn’t see anything but colors and there was red mixing with his white shirt but he couldn’t see where it came from. Then there was the black threatening to take over his vision. He tried to fight it though as he looked over to the boy sitting next to him. He wasn’t moving but he was making noise. He was moaning and he thought it was his name, but wasn’t sure. He tried to raise his hand so that he could comfort the boy next to him but his hand wouldn’t move. He couldn’t even feel his hand but it didn’t hurt. It was like it was asleep, but he knew better. He knew that something was wrong. It was then that the boy next to him started to open his eyes.
“Noah?” The boy starts to turn his head but stops as a pained expression appears on his face.
He wants to say something to comfort the boy but his mouth is dry and he can’t form the words. I’m okay. Everything is going to be okay. He tries many times but every time nothing comes out. The black is back and is telling him to close his eyes but he tries to fight it.
They lock eyes and don’t look away until they see blue and red flashing in the distance, quickly getting closer. He doesn’t give into the black’s temptation until he hears someone saying that everything will be okay. The last thing he sees before he closes his eyes completely is the boy smiling. It’s the last thing he’ll ever see.
Disclaimer: Not mine... which is probably a good thing in the long run...
Warnings: angst, allusions to character death
Word Count: 270
Parings: Kurt/Puck
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Puck and Kurt get hit by a drunk driver
A/N: It's finals week, and after a very stressful day, this is what happened... sorry in advance. =/
It hurt. He hurt. He couldn’t see anything but colors and there was red mixing with his white shirt but he couldn’t see where it came from. Then there was the black threatening to take over his vision. He tried to fight it though as he looked over to the boy sitting next to him. He wasn’t moving but he was making noise. He was moaning and he thought it was his name, but wasn’t sure. He tried to raise his hand so that he could comfort the boy next to him but his hand wouldn’t move. He couldn’t even feel his hand but it didn’t hurt. It was like it was asleep, but he knew better. He knew that something was wrong. It was then that the boy next to him started to open his eyes.
“Noah?” The boy starts to turn his head but stops as a pained expression appears on his face.
He wants to say something to comfort the boy but his mouth is dry and he can’t form the words. I’m okay. Everything is going to be okay. He tries many times but every time nothing comes out. The black is back and is telling him to close his eyes but he tries to fight it.
They lock eyes and don’t look away until they see blue and red flashing in the distance, quickly getting closer. He doesn’t give into the black’s temptation until he hears someone saying that everything will be okay. The last thing he sees before he closes his eyes completely is the boy smiling. It’s the last thing he’ll ever see.