Nightmare

Mar 14, 2012 05:34

Pop pop pop.  Rapid succession, round after round.

Muzzle flashes and breaking glass.

Searing pain.  One in the shoulder.  One in the arm.

Her blood, bright red, running in rivers.

Take a knee.  Pop pop pop.  More bullets exchanged like spiteful conversation.  Pop pop.

One in the chest.

Wake up gasping, clawing at sheets and blankets and clothing.  Grabbing lungfuls of air.

Crying and sobbing and unable to stop.  Grabbing at clothing, grasping at arms and hands.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry."  Agony.

Strong arms wrap around both shoulders.  Holding tight.  Rocking.  Clinging.

"Shh.  You're okay."

Deep sobs, deep breaths.  Her chest aches.  Her heart hurts.  Just cry it out.

[verse] new york bound, [with] jethro gibbs, [post] fic: drabble, [plot] new york bound, [fic] person: third

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