Dedicated the Loyal Trio!
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Blood bubbles up onto Jack's lips, staining them crimson.
Daniel is curled up beside him. His cell phone is beside him; he could call the paramedics, save Jack's life.
But he doesn't. Because Jack doesn't want him to.
Head on his knees, Daniel listens to the sounds of Jack dieing. Feeling a brush on his leg, he looks to see Jack's blood sodden hand on his calf.
Daniel grips it tightly and it squelches, blood coming up under the skin. Jack has never looked at him that way before.
"Daniel...you an'...an' me...always...right?" Jack's eyes are glazed over.
"Always," Daniel agrees.