A/N: So here's an angsty, dramatic, heart-wrenching, crowd pleasing drabble. I hope. I wrote this (and posted it) at two in the morning. So if it's awful, please blame it on my lack of sleep. And judgement. My goal is to get ten happy reviews. If you like it, press review, and type: I like it. The title comes from the song that inspired me, which I do not own. Look it up. Thank you and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones.
Summary: A short drabble. Brennan is shot while in pursuit of a suspect. These are Booth and Brennan's thoughts that transpire in the next ten minutes.
Something's wrong.
Light. I feel lighter than normal.
But that's not possible. Not physically possible.
I'm being irrational.
Something's leaking.
And I think it's me.
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I think I'm dreaming. I'm asleep.
Because something's wrong.
She used to be right behind me. She was walking right behind me. Breathing on my shoulder, reminding me of what we're after.
The silence speaks. The silence whispers.
And then she's down. She's no longer behind me.
I left her behind.
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I'm feeling weird. I'm in this place I can't escape.
There's this pain, and I'm trying to register what it means, but I can't. I can't figure this one out. I try to isolate the source of this pain, but I can't.
Because it's Everywhere.
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Everything else is a blur, I can only see what's directly in front of me.
I only have eyes for her.
Once I get back to her, everything will be fine. It must be fine. It's impossible for it to be anything else.
So I'm running, and running. It took longer to go down the passage running to her than it had slowly creeping up it.
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It's when I start to choke on this water-like substance that I remember that breathing is essential for life.
I gasp for breath.
I am filling up. I think it's my lungs, I think they're filling up too.
It's kind of difficult to take a breath when your lungs won't let you. I remember my hands.
My hands are wet, too. And sticky.
What happened to me?
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I reach her, my final destination.
I touch her. I feel her. Everything will be fine.
I grab her hands, to tell her my good news.
Everything will be fine, Bones.
Except her hands. Her hands were covering it.
Suddenly, everything is not fine. And I don't think it ever will be again.
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I can't believe for all those moments that I forgot him.
Booth.
Maybe it was because he left me behind. But he had to go chase... something. I forget. It doesn't matter.
He's here now.
He grabs my hands. My sticky hands. He was telling me everything is going to be fine.
That's good. I want things to be fine.
But now the problem is that I think he's changed his mind.
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I made a quick count. Probably the quickest I've ever made.
Four entries, three exits.
Too much blood.
She can't breath. She's gasping for breath, fighting for life.
"Hang on there, Bones."
Everything will be fine. Please, God, let everything be fine.
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It's kinda funny here. Here where I am.
I'm laying and I'm kinda all wet. Like really seriously drenched.
I can't figure out anything. I'm lost. I don't know what's going on.
All I know is that Booth is here.
And if Booth's here, then everything will be alright.
But, I'm kinda tired now. Maybe I ought to go to sleep.