Going Too Far
This story begins with Josh in 'Proof' and goes from there. I hope you enjoy!
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He cringed as the glass broke. It was loud, and he couldn't afford to get caught.
He waited a beat to see if anyone would come at the sound of the crash, but all he heard was the sound of his own heartbeat. It beat through his chest, loud in his ears. His palms were sweaty and his face flushed.
He normally didn't think of himself as a troublemaker. Sure, in life he viewed certain rules as…suggestions, but his dad was a cop, he knew right from wrong. At least he though he did. What he was currently doing definitely bordered closer to wrong than it did right. Not much could get him to steal from his own mother, but if there was any chance the Sixers could get Kara to Terra Nova, he had to try. His mother could live without some meds.
He walked up to the case that held the medicine and tried the scanner card. It didn't work.
He tried again.
And again.
Nothing.
"Dammit," he said punching the cabinet.
He didn't know what to do. He had counted on that scanner card. He paced for a few seconds before looking down at the sonic pistol in his hand. He had never shot one before, but he'd seen his Dad do it plenty of times. Right now, it seemed like his only option. He stood close and lined up his shot.
'Here goes nothing,' he thought to himself.
But it wasn't nothing.
It was the loudest crash he had ever heard. He flew back into the wall with such force, that the wind was knocked out of him. He instinctively tried to cry out in pain, but there was no breath in his lungs. He choked on the lack of breath. He shut his eyes and everything was white. White pain, searing hot. His chest burned and his sides already throbbed deep inside.
As he began to catch his breath, his mind began to sharpen (as did the pain). He knew that crash was loud. Someone must've heard him. If he was going to act, he needed to do it fast.
He tried to push himself up, only to be met with the worst pain he had ever felt. He let out a deep, guttural moan as he slid back to the ground.
'Come on Josh,' he said to himself. He knew he needed to get the meds and get out of there. Right now.
He gritted his teeth as he forced himself up, suppressing the urge to curl up on the ground and black out.
He stumbled over to the cabinet, which looked as if it had taken as good a beating as he had. One door was bent, the other barely hanging onto one hinge. If the pistol had done this much damage to the metal of the cabinet, he could only imagine what it had done to him.
He grabbed the proper viles and dumped them into his bag.
Sweat dripped into his eyes. He couldn't tell if it was from the nerves or the pain, probably both. He took a breath, trying to calm himself. He slung the bag over his shoulder as best he could, and slipped out.
The walk (limp) home seemed never-ending. While the infirmary was only a ten minute walk away from their house, it took Josh nearly 25 minutes. His eyes were watery and the limbs that didn't feel like they were on fire felt as though they were filled with lead.
When he did finally make it back home, he slipped through the front door soundlessly and collapsed on his bed. He had never been in so much pain in his life.
He knew he was in a bad situation. He just hoped everything would be better in the morning.
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