I'm just going to make this clear now, Gillian is having a nightmare. This does not really happen.
Gillian Foster hears the gunshot.
Her heartbeat quickens.
A glance at the monitor shows her the meaning of fear.
Cal's laying on the floor, blood gushing from beneath his shirt.
For a moment their eyes meet each other's, and then his body convulses.
She runs into the lab, too numb to tell whether she's crying.
Reynolds is standing in the doorway, stunned.
She shoves him aside and bursts into the room,
then collapses down beside him and holds his face between her pale hands.
Gillian watches as the pool of blood that she's kneeling in grows, and his breathing slows
to a halt.
She calls his name desperatly, but the vacant look in his eyes tells her that he's already gone.
Numbly she lays her head onto his still chest and stays there until the police come.
She doesn't hear them tell her that she has to leave.
Without a word to anyone, she kisses his cold lips softly and walks away, oblivious to everything around her.
All she can hear is his voice.
Ya wanna hear somfing funny? I asked my sister to read this, and her only response was..
"Big words." This is coming from my sister, who despises Cal with a passion.
Anywho, I'm all depressed now from writing this. So it'll probably have near the same effect on you guyz.
So, sry! Read and Review, the usual *shrug* luv you all to BUNCHES! - Kelli3
(BTW: I sound happy becuz Im tryin not 2 cry /3)