A/N This is a response to a request for Shawn getting shot and no one finding him. I kinda tweaked it a bit, but I hope it stays true to the request. I'm hoping to have all of the other requests done soon.

Anyway please review (: Oh btw this is a tag to "Shawn Takes a Shot in the Dark"

The bark of the tree he was pressing himself against seemed to be biting his skin but didn't let up the pressure, in fact, he increased it. He couldn't let himself be found, he knew he'd be dead for sure. No he had to stay where he was.

He allowed himself a second to relax and to breathe. Since when did it hurt to breathe? The sound of footsteps approaching caused him to choke against the demand for oxygen and if he allowed himself to make a sound he knew it would come out as a sob.

Creek.

He heard a twig break and he knew the footsteps were getting closer. He tried to push himself deeper into the tree hoping against hope that if he just pushed himself back far enough he could disappear all together.

For a moment he was aware of every single thing in the overbearing field of green surrounding him. Small amounts of light flittered through the trees and crickets could be heard all around. It was early morning if his sense of time was to be judged. There was a light mist that any other time would have been refreshing in the usual Santa Barbra heat, but today it was if a blanket of cold had settled deep into his bones. He felt himself going numb, slowly. It started at his fingertips, and his toes and even his hair if that was possible, and climbed slowly upward across his body. Every part of him felt cold, except his shoulder.

His shoulder could only be described as if a hole had been bored into it with heated rods and filled with molten lava. The contrast from the rest of his body was enough to make him nauseas.

Creek.

So the man was still there. Or had he been there the whole time? He felt himself slipping and knew that if he wanted to live through this he'd have to pull himself together. He forced himself deeper into to the tree, into himself. The movement jostled his shoulder and he clenched his teeth against his lip to keep from crying out. He tried to keep himself as still as possible. He knew the man would be attracted to the movement. Seconds seemed to become hours and the coppery taste of blood slowly filled his mouth.

Was it safe to move? Was the man still there? He hadn't heard anything for awhile but that meant nothing. His sense of time was off balance and he could have been listening for five minutes or five seconds and it would have made no difference. He needed to be sure if the man was gone before he allowed himself to move even a muscle. If he was attacked again now he was sure it would be the end of him.

One…five…sixteen…twenty-four…fifty seven…ninety-two…one hundred and thirty-nine…He counted to one hundred and fifty in his head before he judged it safe to relax. His entire body seemed to stink deeper into the forest floor when he released the breathe he was holding. He felt his eyes start to close but had neither the strength, nor the will to stop them.

Thoughts jumbled together in his mind until one was indecipherable for another.

Please don't let him find me.

Please let them find me before its too late.

Please don't let him come back and see me.

Please just let them get here.

Please…