Title: Tryin' to chase the Lone Ranger down
Fandom: Star Trek reboot
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Big&Rich
Warnings: spoilers for the film
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Point of view: third
Wordcount: 200
Prompt: inevitable
Bones gives Jim CPR until he himself can't breathe anymore. They're trapped in the middle of an alien forest, the rest of the away-team littering the alien dirt around them. All of the equipment needed to save Jim is back on the Enterprise, somewhere in the space above the planet. Eons away. Too late.
He's been expecting this since that first meeting, when Jim Kirk's bloodied and bruised face distracted him from the shuttle ride. The kid came to him for first aid whenever he got into another scrape, and Bones always saved him. Healed him. Bitched and ranted at him. Always.
Not this time. The blood flowed too furiously and too fast, and Bones would have needed half a dozen more hands and a healing touch to fix him.
"Jim," he whispers, resting his forehead on Jim's, ignoring the great furrows in his chest, the rips in his stomach, the blood-so much blood. "Jim." I'm sorry, he thinks. I'm so fucking sorry, you stupid bastard. How dare you do this me? Here, where I can’t save you? You bastard. You stupid fucking bastard.
Bones closes his eyes, surrendering to the exhaustion, uncaring of whether he ever wakes up.
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