Come on and tell me what you need,
Tell me what is making you bleed,
We got two more minutes and,
We gonna cut to what you need...
The knife slid easily into his back. Too easily and too many times. And then suddenly, the knife was gone. Whoever did this was running away. John could feel the breeze of the door swinging on his now sweating body.
Coward.
John touched his back at the place where the pain was radiating from. He drew his hand back once again; only to see what he hoped wasn't real. He was bleeding.
Finally, he realized what just happened. He'd just been stabbed in a very angry, malicious way.
He didn't really have time to wonder though. He was so weak. It was all happening too quickly.
John tried to call for help, but the music was too loud.
Suckin' up, one last breath,
Take a drag off of death...
John reached out to the instrument table, hoping it would support him. But it was too much weight. John, the table, and all of the instruments crashed to the floor with a bang. He tried to push himself up from the floor, but once again, he was too weak. John never thought that he could be taken down so quickly; he always thought he could put up a little fight, at least. He thought he was a little stronger than this.
The dark room was spinning and there wasn't a damn thing he could do. He was completely helpless. And completely vulnerable to another attack.
The thought of the man coming back rushed into his mind.
He removed his blood-covered palm from the floor to reveal a handprint, red and glistening, on the yellow tiled floor.
John couldn't even think clearly enough to diagnose himself. He couldn't tell if his spine was injured or if the blade had hit a kidney or his liver. Panic completely took over his mind, and body, at this point.
John was pale and sweating as he turned his head to the left. And that act alone took all his effort.
"Lucy," he whispered.
She looked as if she wanted to speak. She was shaking just as bad as he was, but lying in a larger pool of blood. She was bleeding from her neck. He guy had gotten her so bad, that John almost thought she was dead at first sight. But her chest was rising in short, rapid beats and almost made John happy.
There were things that he needed to say to her, but couldn't. The only thing besides pain that he could feel now was defeat.
He passed out without getting to say anything to her and that made the pain worse.
Now all they could do was wait.
A/N: Came to me at 2:30 this morning. Just thought it would be good to get it all down.
Song is Battle Flag by the Lo Fidelity Allstars that actually plays in 'Be Still My Heart'
Please review. I'd like to know what other ER fans think.