Author's note:I know the chapters are short, it's just something I wanted to try. Hope you like it.
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He tried to be brave for her, he really had, but he couldn't supress the wince when she touched his arm. Grace looked at him funny, like he was just being a baby and then her sweetness took over. With delicate fingers she proded- as light as she could- Rigsby's wound. It didin't appear bad, just painful. Rigsby smiled at her, just like a kid who wanted candy after the doctor's appointment. Van Pelt called for an ambulance, and heard it. A shot...And it was close, too close. She turned around and stared in the direction of the sound.
Rigsby told her to go help, she watched him a few seconds, deciding what to do. When Rigsby, more forcefully, told her again to go she just responded by walking out the door.
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Blood, blood, too much blood dripping from her hands. She knew it wasn't good, and she dreaded it wasn't something that she could fix.
'Lisbon?' It was his voice and she thought it was in her head till he said it again.
'I'm here' . She responded looking at him and seeing his eyes, watching her. The tears came more heavily, and apparently he noticed.
'It's gonna be alright'. He squeezed her hand and closed his eyes, as in pain.
'Just...just stay with me'
It had never hurt this bad to care for someone but she was damned if she was letting him go. Lisbon held him tighter and waited. In the distance she heard the sirens getting closer.
