This is my first ever fanfic, PLEASE REVIEW and let me know of any suggestions, where (if) I went wrong anywhere.
This is an original story, based on characters and show that do not belong to me.
Enjoy x
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**Chapter 1**
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Pain.
Drip drip drip drip
PAIN. In his head, his side, his shoulder.
Drip drip drip drip
He was slumped against a wall, leaning heavily into it, aware of the cold cement underneath him, numbing his legs. He could hear cars, horns blaring from the streets below. Below?
TC opened his eyes and regretted it immediately. If he thought the pain was bad with his eyes closed, it was absolutely unbearable when he opened them. His vision blurred, he could barely see 2 feet in front of him, black spots dancing, cloudy black closing in. He took a deep breath and tried to take stock of his surroundings, figure out why every movement, even breathing, was making him want to roll over and vomit.
He felt his head, flinching at the touch, and when he brought his hand away it was covered in thick blood.
Well that explains that he thought. He looked down at his shoulder, blood dripping from a deep laceration, down his arm to the concrete below. A sharp pain drew his attention downwards where crimson red was staining the fabric around a bullet hole, just above his hip bone on his left side. He was sure he must have had a few bruised or even broken ribs, as each inhale of breath sent a new wave of pain through his abdomen and chest. His breath laboured and wheezy.
The sun had long since set, and in its place was a clear, starry night.
He was on a roof.
How did I get here?
He was on the roof of San Antonio Memorial.
How the hell did I get up here?
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*to be continued*