The End?

by jahmat

Wilson's in pain; drugs aren't helping. What will? Not a death fic. Written for Camp Sick!Wilson's Three Line Story Challenge .Disclaimer: If I owned them, we'd be snuggling in my bunk! *checking around*...damn, guess I don't own 'em.

The pain in his chest was worse than anything he had ever felt.

The morphine pumping through his system was useless.

Only the arms around him kept him anchored to the Earth.