Well, this is my first ever "Bare" fic. Soooo...tell me what you think of it. This is one of many possible scenarios I dreamed up. Should I post the others?
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When the ambulence came, Nadia pulled me off of him. She didn't fight for her rightful place by his side as they loaded him in. She pushed me toward the door, her eyes speaking volumes. She was terrified, grief stricken, compassionate, and...knowing. She burst into tears as I looked franically between them.
"Go, Peter!" She screamed at me. I nodded, struggling for breath. I stepped up, but a hand shot out.
"Are you family?" asked a peremedic who I hadn't noticed standing there. I hesitated. Nadia saved me again.
"He's a little bit in shock, but yes. He's family." The man looked at her, then at me. He seemed suspicious. "Are you gonna let him die while you check his fucking birth certificate?" Nadia bellowed into his face. The paramedic shook his head and closed the door.
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An hour later, in a painfully bright waiting room, I stared at the wall. I couldn't cry anymore. Ivy sat shivering next to me, wringing the sleeve of her costume in her hands. I felt a pang of sympathy for her. I knew better than anyone how easy it was to fall in love with him. After all, it was Jason. He was perfect- is perfect- I reminded myself. He wasn't dead. I'm not sure why, but I took her hand. She looked over at me with her big, doe-like eyes. Her lip trembled, and all the sudden she was sobbing hysterically into my chest. I let myself hold her. It felt good to comfort someone else. It somehow made me feel less alone.
The McConnells, who had arrived shortly after Nadia had called them, sat together on a lumpy old olive-green couch. Jason's mother was shaking like a leaf, her husband's suit jacket draped across her narrow shoulders. Mr. McConnell was interrogating his daughter, trying to make sense of things. Nadia kept shaking her head, letting the tears fall silently. She looked livid. I watched as her father turned her face roughly, trying to force her to look at him. She slapped off his hand and stormed over to the empty chair next to Matt, who was clutching a rosary in one hand, as though willing himself to pray through the pain and the doubt.
We sat still for almost ten minutes after that. A doctor came in, interrupting our silent vigil. No one spoke. She didn't need to say a word. The look on her face told us everything we needed to know. She did speak, however.
"Mr. and Mrs. McConnell?" She called, her voice as cold as death itself. They rose slowly, frightened. Nadia went with them, catching my eye as she passed. They walked out into the hallway, closing the door behind them. I felt my heart stop beating. You could just make out their forms through the frosted glass pane on the side of the door. There was a blood-curdeling scream, as Mrs. McConnell fell to her knees in anguish. It was over. He was gone. The room erupted into sobs and moans. My soul ripped in two. I let it. Without him, there was no reason to be strong. He was my strength, my courage. He was it, my everything. My Jason. His voice echoed in my head. Forever you and I...