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POV Vincent

It happened very fast that I couldn't understand something or do anything. Second, and the bright blood flow from green wound. Second, end I scratch from the list of living forever... But who would have thought that this usual day can end so deplorably.

I remember how I held mobile in tremulous hand, trying to disguise excitement. I was supposed to wait for the fifth beep. One, two, free, the ringer didn't quite down, and Booth desperately tried to detect this call. What about me? So, I fumbled for the right words carefully. Interesting fact: I am not a shy man and I often could rattle along, but then I feel dumb as a fish. Four... 'Come on, Vincent, please, focus!' I believed; 'What can go wrong? It's just a call, not a dog or a gun. Pick up the phone, tell a few typical sentences, and it is in the bag. I really hope Dr. Brennan praised me. Oh, dammit, what am I thinking about? It's impossible. To be honest, sometimes it seems to me like I shall die to hear a compliment from she.' Five. 'Ok, pull oneself together. Now or never.'

'Allo...'

Shot. A horrisonant noise of broken glass. I know it's strange, but I didn't feel expected ache. Consciousness returned to me when Booth offered to save my life. Do you want to know what I felt? I felt I'm bleeding. And if you will ask me, was I terrified, I'll say 'l was.' But I wasn't worried about now, I was afraid of future. I understood perfectly well that dying a fast death. Still wasn't any pain, I sensed unsufferable cold around my body and intolerable hot near gunshot wound as the fire arrow pierced my heart. I also saw Booth behind me, putting pressure on the pink.

'I know, it's painful, but I must do this,' he said.

'No, it's not painful,' and I didn't lie.

Dr. Brennan run up to me immediately and got down on knees.

'Please, don't make me leave,' I repeated, choking with blood.

I always was an atheist and never thought about beyond. All my life I tried to find a scientific explanations for everything, but then I was seized by terror on one's deathbed. What's next? Heaven? Hell? Maybe endless darkness? No, I'm not ready for this!

'All will be right, Vincent, you hear me? You are my best intern, Vincent, and everyone knows that,' she whispered.

My breath became harder and harder every second, so I already couldn't tell anything. I just didn't have enough air and strength for it.

A barely tear stole down her cheek. Is she said that I'm a talented intern? Is she? Yes, she actually did it! Oh my God, they need me, Jeffersonian needs me, I want to live!

Unfortunately, my joy wasn't long... I couldn't breathe, the world went dark before my eyes, and that's all. Goodbye, Mr. Nigel-Murray.

'What did I felt in my last second?' you ask.

'I felt like my hope is gone.'

And only silence after that...

The end of POV Vincent