Let Go
He was surprised. It didn't hurt.
In every movie he'd seen, every fact he'd heard, they all said being shot was the most painful thing you could ever experience.
And yet, he felt nothing. It was just like falling asleep. Though he knew what was actually going on. He didn't want to leave yet!
"Please... Let me stay... Don't-don't get rid of me. I love being here," he tried to bargain with the universe. Dr. Brennan and Booth were saying things to him, consoling him he figured. He tried begging one last time.
He felt his heart stop. His breathing stopped. He was still there a little when Booth pulled away and gave up. He saw Dr. Brennan crying. He looked back up toward the shattered glass ceiling, where sunlight streamed in, seeming to beckon him.
And he let go.
AN: After I stopped crying that my fave squintern had died, I wrote a quick drabble. I know it's not very good, but I wanted to give Nigel a memorial. So here's to my favorite squintern.