Disclaimer: disclaimed!
It's amazing what you find when you go digging through old boxes of forgotten (mostly unfinished) stories, lol. Set during season 4: "Entity"
One More Minute
Just one more minute. I sit here, perched on a stool at the end of her bed, next to the monitor that's telling us she's gone though her chest still rises and falls regularly and evenly. Maybe if I sit far enough away the physical distance can somehow create emotional distance.
More likely is that if I'm close enough to touch her, I'll throw myself down on the bed and scream that I'm sorry, forgive me.
Forgive me, Sam.
One more minute. She's gone! my mind shrieks in frustration at the torture in my veins. She was gone the moment I pulled the trigger on that zat gun a second time so why am I clinging so desperately to this life support machine, like it's me it's keeping alive?
Because as soon as someone turns it off she'll go from this bed to her coffin. And I couldn't bear it.
'Give it a minute, huh?'