[After watching Bones episode 'The Hole in the Heart', I wrote this in about twenty minutes. Way over emoted, I know, but Vincent's death really got to me and I felt like writing something drastic. I wasn't planning to put it up, but I figured I'd see what you guys think. Please R&R!]
"Someone's been shot!" It must have been her own voice, ringing through the walls of the lab, but it didn't seem like it. She felt disconnected, as if she were floating. Something inside her had changed.
Brennan fell to her knees, pressing her hands into his chest. She felt the warm, sticky blood oozing between her fingers and let out a soft whimper, tears already making their way down her face.
His face was contorted in pain, eyes beginning to roll into the back of his head. "No…don't make me leave here, please, I love this place…"
She was sobbing now, her face wet, tears rolling down to mix with the blood streaking her arms.
"Just hang on, okay? Stay conscious, you HAVE to stay conscious!" She slapped his cheek gingerly; the other hand pressed firmly down on the ragged hole Broadsky's damned bullet had left in his shirt.
"Please, please, I don't want to leave…not yet, please don't make me go!" His voice was fading, and she could feel his breaths become shorter and fainter beneath the strong bones of his chest.
"You're my favorite, everyone knows that. I love you best." Her voice was broken, choking on sobs.
"Don't…let…me leave. I…love you." His voice was hardly a gasp, and she knew they were his last words. She felt the breath leave him, and his fingers, which had been so tightly clenched around her arm, went slack.
She slowly took her fingers away from the wound, her shirtsleeve stiff with already drying blood. He couldn't be gone…no….
She laid her head down on his chest, dampening the side of her face with blood. Her hand instinctively went for his. His fingers were clammy and motionless, but she curled her own hand around his anyway. His hand would never move again. Never playfully salute her, never cheerfully wave to her in the morning, never rub her shoulders when she cried.
He was gone.
She turned her face ever so slightly, so her mouth was angled with his ear. "I loved you best," she whispered, refusing to believe he couldn't hear her. "I loved you best, Booth."