"Finnick, I'm sorry." It was all she could say, given the situation, she had been his commanding officer, more or less. Even despite the fact that she was a scared, angry girl with nothing of her own left to lose.
He's old. That's all there is to it. He's old and the body he's always taken such care of is finally failing him. He's only got a few weeks left, that's what the doctor's say, but... his brother's right. It is alright.
Martha finished off whatever creature it was they were after. Sam had been using it as a training mission. Easy to kill... not much danger of dying he'd said. Except there he was on the floor looking very close to dead. Martha waited until she was sure the Nasty Thing was down before she rushed over to his side.
"Sam... Sam! You still here?" She looked over his wounds and pulled out the various medical things she carried on her person. She could save him. She had to save him.
[Aliens. Naturally it had to be aliens. But hey, when you spent your life fighting ghosts, monsters and even angels, why not?
[But it had been fast, too fast even for a hunter. His body broken and bleeding, he tries to muster a smile for Martha.] Hey. Little faster than I thought.
Sadly, her medical things were woefully inadequate. A needle and thread was fine... one alcoholic wipe... and she was going to have to splint everything. She quickly found something to lift his legs with in case he went into shock.
"It's fine. You'll come out of this alive. Just a matter of doing the right action. Sorry I don't have an anesthetic." She cleaned the most dangerous wound with the alcoholic wipe and began stitching it up, even as she knew it wasn't going to help. He'd lost too much blood.
[Sam doesn't know what to do. There's no wound, but the angel is still fading, showing signs of weakness and he can barely stand.] Cas - tell me what's wrong, what do I have to do?
[The angel grunted, face paled as he lolls his head in to the younger mans shoulder. There was no way that they could prepare for this. How were you suppose to? Who knew that Crowley had such a weapon. A curse that fed itself right in to Castiels grace and slowly sapped his life force away along with his celestial power.
Castiel could feel his vessel wasting away. He could feel his heart beat slowing, the plus pulsing all the weaker as his body began to shut down. Face pale, dimming his all two blues as he stared up at the younger hunter.]
There is nothing to do. It is far too late for me.
[Sam tries to keep the angel on his feet, but instead slowly lowers them both until Sam's on his knees, Cas pulled up onto his lap. Sam presses two fingers to his neck, and is alarmed to see it slowing down already.]
No. We'll - we'll find an antidote for this. [Sam's digging his phone out of his pocket, his other arm wrapped around Castiel's back when he lolls into his shoulder like that. His heart is pounding, panic and desperation running through every inch of him, refusing to stop.]
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"I know," he promises. "I've had a good run."
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"Sam... Sam! You still here?" She looked over his wounds and pulled out the various medical things she carried on her person. She could save him. She had to save him.
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[But it had been fast, too fast even for a hunter. His body broken and bleeding, he tries to muster a smile for Martha.] Hey. Little faster than I thought.
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"It's fine. You'll come out of this alive. Just a matter of doing the right action. Sorry I don't have an anesthetic." She cleaned the most dangerous wound with the alcoholic wipe and began stitching it up, even as she knew it wasn't going to help. He'd lost too much blood.
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[The angel grunted, face paled as he lolls his head in to the younger mans shoulder. There was no way that they could prepare for this. How were you suppose to? Who knew that Crowley had such a weapon. A curse that fed itself right in to Castiels grace and slowly sapped his life force away along with his celestial power.
Castiel could feel his vessel wasting away. He could feel his heart beat slowing, the plus pulsing all the weaker as his body began to shut down. Face pale, dimming his all two blues as he stared up at the younger hunter.]
There is nothing to do. It is far too late for me.
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No. We'll - we'll find an antidote for this. [Sam's digging his phone out of his pocket, his other arm wrapped around Castiel's back when he lolls into his shoulder like that. His heart is pounding, panic and desperation running through every inch of him, refusing to stop.]
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