Title: think of tomorrow
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: somewhat sad
Pairings: Peter/Neal-ish
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 270
Point of view: third
Prompt: Neal/Peter, close your eyes
Close your eyes, he whispers, clutching Neal's hand tight in his. Think about... one of those stores you always want to drag me to. You're there and you found the perfect hat, perfect jacket, perfect pants. June's waiting back at home with the perfect pot of coffee and El's said I can go with you.
Sou-sounds wonderful, Neal gasps. Is... He coughs, and Peter gently wipes away the blood that trickles over his lips. Is the outfit for you? he forces out, opening his brilliant blue eyes.
Yeah, Peter tells him, and finally he hears the siren. You're making me over. He laughs, a bit desperately, and Neal's gaze is knowing, through the pain. You stupid boy, he mutters, leaning down to kiss Neal's forehead. Why would you do that?
Neal smiles up at him and says, You gotta go home to El, Peter. He coughs again and Peter looks around wildly for the ambulance. Seriously, where the fuck is it?
Close your eyes, Peter, Neal whispers. Looking back at Neal, hunching over him, he does.
It isn't a surprise when Neal kisses him. And it isn't a surprise when Neal's hand goes slack in his a moment later. It's still a punch in the gut and he presses down harder on the wound, screaming for the medics, howling for God.
God, the fucker, doesn't answer. But the EMTs do and Peter steps back uneasily, wanting to stay by Neal's side. He rides with Neal to the hospital.
When he finally calls El, he can't do more than sob into the phone.
She understands, and she sobs, too.