Dying
By: AndiKaneUnderwood
If Joyce had to say anything about her death, then she supposed it would be that her own blood sugar dropping beyond what was accepted would be a lovely way to go. She couldn't feel it. It crept up on her without her ever being the wiser.
The good news about that was that she'd never really had to worry about it. Her (very-close-but-can-I-really-call-him-my) best friend/kind of boyfriend Anthony "Tony" DiNozzo had practically memorized her schedule and was always reminding her to eat something or to keep her blood sugar up. It had become very much so common. He'd sometimes even pop up in Autopsy with a snack and a water bottle, which he'd shove at her with a reminder that she needed to eat, on the days where she was up to her neck in bodies and autopsy reports.
She really hardly minded. Ducky would sometimes have to run him off, but she never minded what company Tony could provide while she kept her blood sugar levels normal.
But now, as she lay getting sleepier and sleepier as the moments passed that she didn't eat something (sometimes being an ME's assistant didn't work well for her. She was really getting sick of being held in captivity), she decided that if she was dying.
Her eyes slid shut of their own accord and she didn't have the strength to pull the back open.
Then maybe this wasn't such a bad way to go.
Lights, echos, everything moved in slow motion, her ears rang and eyes where fuzzy. "We found her!"
"Hang on, Joy! Hold on for me Sunshine."
~NCIS~
"Clear!"
~NCIS~
"Well, Miss Palmer, you're a lucky girl."
~NCIS~
"Is she okay?"
"She's lucky. Twenty more minutes and she wouldn't be living."
~NCIS~
"How long?"
"A few days. But she'll be fine."
Everything faded as her consciousness was pushed away from the darkest corners of her mind.
Her eyes snapped open.
She was alive.