PROMPT #37 Mortality. [Trigger Finger]

Nov 22, 2008 12:01

Fandom:  Team Fortress 2
Pairing: None, Just Sniper
Rating: PG13 [for mentions of violence]


He could deal with loosing his shot, he could deal with the blood, he could even deal with the bullet ripping through the bone muscle and tendons of his hand. What he couldn't deal with was where it ripped through.

His hand.

More importantly his trigger finger. Shredding the muscle like cheese he'd been thrown back in his nest gripping the stump as blood bubbled up and pooled down. He'd wrapped it, even hunted for his finger-- but the shredded piece of human meat was not repairable, even he knew that.

He lived of course, though he wasn't sure if it really counted as living. The medic patched up the wound, sewing it closed and leaving him with not even a stub where his once powerful index finger had rested. He felt ridiculous, that finger had been his job, his life, and he felt damn ridiculous now.

It wouldn't have been like this if he had been an accountant like his mom wanted.

Hmpf.

[ Yes, that last part WAS supposed to be funny. FYI >_>]

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