Time for some more angst, I just adore these two so much. I don't own four brothers.
Time.
Looking back on his life he wonders if it's always passed by so quickly. He dosen't think so. Because it's a cruel reality that time pass that much quicker if your having fun. That's why his first years in this world seemed to drag on slowly, while the years after flew by. Now he can feel it slipping away from him and he screams, because he wants more of it, he dosen't want to go yet, not yet.
The snow is cold underneath him but his blood is warm. It's staining the snow around him, red on white. It's dramatic and cruel, just like his life has been. Maybe it's fitting. He wonders if they're going to come and finish him off, but they don't. Maybe it's because his brothers are keeping them busy, or maybe they've realized what he already knows.
He's already gone.
He can take the pain. As much as it hurts he's gone through this before. Not this pain, but almost every other kind, and he can handle it. It burns, but not as much as his empty hand does. He clenches slowly, hoping to find his hand there, holding it, but he dosen't. He know why, but it dosen't make it hurt any less. He screams his name, the panic making itself known through his voice. He wants him to save him like he has before, to make everything better just as he always had. But deep down he knows that's not why he screams for him.
He just dosen't want to die alone, without him there.
He stares up at sky. It's grey and not at all blue like it should have been. It's not peaceful, it looks like it's going to storm, like it does around him. He dosen't want this to be last thing he sees.
And then he's there, holding his hand, his tearstained face blocking out the grey clouds above him. It's not the first time he's seen him cry, but it stills overwhelm him. He wants to tell him to stop it, stop being sad. He wants to tell him everything he never did and always thought he'd have time to say later.
He wants to tell him he's sorry.
He wants to tell him that he made everything worthwhile, that he made him feel loved in a world that was so cold and cruel. He wants to tell him he made him laugh when everything was wrong. He wants to tell him how in his darkest hours he always thought of him and what he'd say if he knew. He wants him to know that he's saved him so many times just by being there, and that he shouldn't blame himself now, not for this.
He wants to tell him that he loves him.
He can't tell him all this, because blood has pooled in his mouth. It's sliding down his throat in an almost soothing manner, but he fights it, trying to hold on, trying to tell his brother all that he can't say with his eyes. He feels Angel's hand on his chest and he knows that he's trying to stop the bleeding. He dosen't tear his eyes from Bobby's. They keep him grounded. He wants his eyes to be the last thing he ever sees. He can feel the bond between them more than he ever has before, and he knows he's not alone.
When his eyes finally close he hears his panicked voice call out to him and he begs silently for someone, anyone to stop this.
The next time he opens his eyes it's light. He blinks a little, wondering where he is. A hand squeezes his own tightly and he looks down to see a familiar hand holding his own. Lifting his gaze he meets Bobby's eyes and he realizes that he's still here, still alive. It's silent except for the beeping from the machines and Jack has never felt more peace than he does in this moment. He opens his mouth to speak, to say all those things he thought he'd never get a chance to say but Bobby shakes his head and Jack notices how tired he looks. And he understand. Some things dosen't need to said out loud, it just is.
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