Gone.
By Nicol Tyler
Note: Yes another Death Fic. I don't normally write them (but I do read them) and here I have written two. though this one was a way to collect my thoughts so call it a little therapy through writing. I left out which character died leaving it up to the reader to decide which of the boys passed and which was left behind.
For a Friend
3/6/72 – 10/05/08
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"I'm Sorry Detective he's gone; there was nothing we could do. If it is of any comfort know he didn't suffer…"
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NO it wasn't any comfort. How could it be of any comfort my friend was gone, and I was never going to see him again not because he was killed by some punk we were chasing down, as if that would make it right, no he was gone because some guy thought he could drive after slinging back a few at the local bar.
Because he got behind the wheel then sailed through an intersection against the red my best friend, and partner was gone.
He's gone
I cannot make myself understand that, cannot wrap my thoughts around the Idea. How could he be gone? We had plans for this weekend, and tonight we were going to play some pool. Or was it last night we were going to play.
I'm not sure what day it was anymore.
All I remember is I had just logged us out and suggested we go to Huggy's for a beer and a game of pool. The banter that followed is still fuzzy, I remember him making a smart ass remark about something and I laughed replying "but you still love me right?"
If he replied I never heard it, because the next thing I know I am waking up in the hospital, Dobey and Huggy are sitting in the spot usually reserved for my partner. Dobey looked like a father who had just lost a son, and Huggy looked liked he lost a friend.
They didn't have to tell me why they looked like that I already knew. I knew because there was a dull ache where one half of my heart used to be.
Those guys are pretty smart they saw I already knew. They didn't say anything just sat there trying their best to give comfort and I didn't ask about him. I couldn't I wanted to believe for a few more minutes, days even that he was just in another part of the hospital raising hell like he usually does when we are separated.
It was the Doctor who spoke up and told me what happened. If it had been any other time I would have laughed at how fast my two friends showed the good doctor the door. I didn't care though I just turned my head and closed my eyes. I wanted to forget it ever happened; I wanted my world, the one with my friend still living and breathing, to be perfect again.
Maybe someday I will understand all the whys. Maybe someday I will understand why that guy thought he could drink and drive. Why he is walking around without a scratch and my friend is gone.
Finis
