Numb3rs
Disclaimer: I don't own Nimb3rs or I would be married to Charlie and known as Mrs. Eppes
Their Numbing Charm
I step out of the car and look around. Three ambulances are parked, white paramedics run around trying to save lives. Numbness takes over me and I can't hear anyone around me, only the gunshots and the people's dying screams. I watch the paramedics zip up one man in a body bag, getting a glance at his unmoving face. His family doesn't know yet, but someone will have to break the news. I wonder what kind of life he had. Will his wife cry? Will his children grieve? Will his grandchildren ever wonder why they don't have a grandfather?
Don taps me on the shoulder, and speaks. But I don't hear him. All I can think about is how he's suppose to be dead, statistically at least. A bullet had gone for his head, that means death. Yet he was standing right in front of me, his speech inaudible in my ears. These people were dead and I had sent Don and the whole team here. They had all almost been killed and it was my fault. If that had happened I would have never been able to forgive myself.
I would have to tell Dad, but how would I do that? "Hey, Dad, Donnie was shot and killed today and it was all my fault. What's for dinner?" No, I couldn't even tell him, not ever. Honestly I was scared, scared of hurting someone else. The thought of people dying because of me was frightening. My hob as a consultant for the FBI was to save people's lives, not take them. But what was I doing now? Was I helping or killing people?
I wasn't sure anymore. Somehow I end up in a car and we pull away. All I can think about are all those dead people and Don. Who was I anymore? If my math caused this, should I be doing it anymore? What have I done with my life? And am I doing the right thing?
A/N: Pleas review and their will be more to come XD