Blood
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By: bluetiger
Rating: R
Genres: dark
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Summary: A few harrowing minutes in the life of Trip and T'Pol.
Author's Note: This is not a death fic.
Charles Tucker the Third pressed his hand against the wound. As he applied considerable pressure to his wife's chest just under her right breast, hot green blood ran between his fingers. Trip tried to remain calm while his beloved T'Pol's life force gushed from her body with every slow beat of her heart. Panic started to set in as his hands became covered in the sticky, bright green liquid and the smell of copper overpowered him.
T'Pol was unconscious and Trip could sense that she was slipping away. He hoped the fact that her heartbeat was slowing was due to a healing trance. Trip watched in horrified fascination as her bright green blood pulsed in a gush between his fingers with each beat.
The engineer knew that others were scurrying about calling for help and it would only be minutes before they were beamed aboard Enterprise into the care of Doctor Phlox. The question was: Did his mate have minutes left?
There was no longer life on this god-forsaken planet. If the sons-of-bitches wanted to wage war and kill themselves off, that was fine by Trip; however, the bastards had managed to leave booby traps still active in the forest. He had watched in horror as T'Pol tripped a hidden wire and a spear swung up ramming into her chest.
Trip feared that his mate's heart might have been perforated. He knew that his wife's heart was near the point of penetration and it terrified him. T'Pol couldn't die; how could he live without this woman in his life? A bleakness like he had never felt before engulfed the young man. He didn't think he would live out the day if his wife died.
Trip briefly wondered if three-month-old T'Resa could sense her mother's distress on board the ship. How would he be able to raise the baby by himself? He knew he shouldn't even think like that. Trip realized that he couldn't catch his breath. His own heart was pounding so fast. Taking a deep cleansing breath, Trip tried to calm himself using techniques T'Pol taught him. She would be fine, T'Pol would live to love him for many years to come and have lots more children. She said she wanted at least three or four. Sweat was running in his eyes but he didn't dare move his hands to wipe it.
Mere moments had passed, although it seemed like a lifetime to the desperate man. He and T'Pol were both soaked in her green, copper scented blood.
Suddenly Trip felt the pulse of his wife's heart stop under his blood-covered hands. As he raised his head to scream for help, the terrified man felt the familiar tingle signaling that he and T'Pol had begun transport.
Phlox moved in to take control almost before the pair had fully rematerialized on the floor of sickbay. The wounded Vulcan was moved immediately to an empty bio-bed for emergency surgery. Still kneeling on the deck, Trip looked at his bloody hands and began to tremble uncontrollably. It was going to be alright, it had to be.
The End