Author: BatmanSwiss
Word Count 126
Rating PG
Warnings and Content Mention of blood, whump
Spoilers None.
Author's Note: Week 6 entry for the whitecollarlas. Unfortunately, this was the round I was voted out. There's always round two, though!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own 'em.
He Waits
The blood pools beneath him, its warmth a sharp contrast to the cold chills that wrack his body.
He waits.
It's probably better that they left him, abandoned him in this dark room. At least he can't see his life slowly draining away.
Drip, drip
He reassures himself with empty promises of rescue. Peter will find him. He hasn't gone far. In fact, he hasn't moved at all since they broke his wrist (and the GPS watch) and fired a bullet into him.
Tick, tock
Light suddenly fills the room, bleaching his world until a shadow drapes across his field of vision. He hears the voice of sweet salvation, and decides that he's held on long enough. He slips into a more comforting darkness.
He's safe.