Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I've only ever rented or borrowed the movie so yeah, I should probably fix that…
Italics are kirks thoughts, just a heads up.
This is just something to try and get over my writters block...
Drip.
One.
I stumble as the lead bullet rips through my chest. Seriously, a lead bullet - where are we, the 21st century?
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
The rest of the away team is lying dead behind me as I run. The entire right side of my chest is already covered in blood, the gold of my shirt now a dark red.
Twenty-one.
Twenty-five.
Twenty-nine.
The tree branches are strong, barely bending with force. I dive straight into the dense forest to get away from my pursuer.
Thirty-seven, forty, forty-six.
My right sleeve is now drenched in the sticky red liquid, pooling in my clenched hand-
Fifty-five.
-slipping through my curled fingers.
Sixty-two.
The branches scrape against my face and pull at my stained shirt.
Seventy.
Communications are out. Come on, Scotty!
Eighty.
I'm stumbling more than running now, light headed from the blood loss.
Ninety-seven… one hundred and nineteen…
My breath comes in gasps, tugging at my ripped lung. My Heart is beating faster, even though I'm slowing down, struggling to pump blood through my veins, only to pour out of the hole in my chest. What a comforting thought.
One hundred and thirty three.
I keep counting-
One hundred and fifty six.
-The little drops slipping through my fingers-
One seventy four.
-splashing onto the ground behind me.
One eighty nine.
The warmth covering my arm and chest is flowing so fast that-
Two oh three.
-I should probably call it a trail now instead of-
Two fourteen.
-drops.
Two thirty three.
Where is Scotty?
Two sixty?
I'm numb – is that good or bad at this point? –my arm now limp at my side-
Two ninety six.
-more blood slides down my fingers. Focus. Keep counting.
Three hundred and twelve drops since I was shot.
The ground spins.
Three twenty one.
Three thirty one.
Spock. I need to get to Spock.
Three forty two.
My pointy eared lover would never forgive me-
Three fifty one.
-if I stopped running.
Three sixty.
There-
Three sixty four.
-Is-
Three sixty nine.
-No. Such. Thing-
Three seventy eight.
-As. A. No. Win-
Three eighty five.
Situation.
Three eighty eight.
Man, even my thoughts are fuzzy.
Three ninety three.
My foot gets caught on a root and I reach out to catch myself on a tree.
Four hundred.
My elbow can't support my weight and buckles, causing me crash face first into the tree.
Four twelve.
More cuts.
Gods, Bones will never let me hear the end of this. I can hear the lecture now.
I'd give anything to get to hear that lecture.
I push myself up, struggling more than I want to admit, leaving a patch of blood on the tree.
How many drops is that? Wait how many have I missed?
I look down to only see a small puddle. It's better than before. No more than ten drops.
Four hundred and fifteen.
I grab a branch and pull myself forward.
Four seventeen.
It's slowing down now. Must be running out…
Four twenty.
I lean against a tree. I can't keep going. You must. My thoughts scream back. I'm not even that far into the forest. Everyone else is dead. I'm stranded. Gods, I'm talking to myself. I close my eyes against the spinning world around me. The back of my shirt is caught on the bark and pulling. Now either the tree is moving – which wouldn't be the weirdest thing to happen during the past year- or I'm swaying.
Four twenty one.
Breathe in. breathe out. Now stand. Great job captain, you can let go of the tree now. I listen to myself and drag myself forward again. I lurch to the side, darkness flooding my vision.
One drop is slowly sliding down my forearm.
Almost at my wrist.
My palm.
My knuckles.
Distantly I feel myself being beamed up but I can't open my eyes or move.
It's reached the middle of my index finger.
The tip.
I feel solid ground under my feet, no more leaves, or branches. It smells clean not like the sweet smell of the air planet side. And all I can hear is my gasping breath and the ringing in my ears.
Four twenty two.
I open my eyes long enough to see Spock and Bones rush towards me.
I smile.
My knees buckle and everything goes black.
Sorry, I've never really written anything like that before today. Well nothing for Star Trek, in first person, in present tense or where someone is counting. Sorry if it made no sense or just plain sucked. I should probably get to bed now :P
