Summary: So I'm back with another prompt as well as another series. 'My Color Series' I must warn you before hand this is not fluff at all, all angst here baby. Be prepared to become very angry and sad. And if you didn't realize it all the prompts of this series will be in second person so you have to guess who died. I'm not going to tell you because honestly I couldn't choose.


Disclaimer: Don't own, sorry to inform everyone but yeah.


Title: My Bloody Moment (Part 2)

Pairing: John Dorian/Perry Cox

Prompt: 010-Red

Word Count: ~200

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: None

Warnings: slash

Authors Notes: It was a sight that he would never forget, no matter how how he tried.


Prompt 010-Red


You smile as you hang up the phone. The past week you had been miserable because he wasn't around and now that he was finally home, you felt better then before. Helping the intern with her problem, you walk down to the lounge to wait for him to come.

Ten minutes later, you glance down at your watch and realize that he should have been there by now. Walking back to the front entrance, you are stopped by a round of paramedics who ask for your assistance in helping a patient. They tell you the stats but your mind blocks it out because the person on the stretcher is no stranger. It's him. It's the person that you just said I love you to ten minutes ago.

Your medical knowledge quickly takes over as you try to do your best to save his life but everything you try to do isn't working. As he lies there dying, you call for a crash cart that a nurse brings to you and try to get his heart to beat again but to no avail. Not ready to give up, you turn the dial up as far as it could go and try to revive him again. When it doesn't work you bang your hands into his chest, pleading with him to come back to you. You climb into the bed with his warm now growing cold and cry heavily on his chest, red blood smearing your face.

You don't remember falling asleep and being lifted up from the bed nor do you remember how you got your own hospital bed. When you do come to, you see your best friend sitting in a chair beside you. You desperately want to ask them if what happened really happened but when you see their red puffy eyes you instantly know it's true. They tell you that you did everything that you could but it wasn't enough; it was their time. You tell yourself that you could have done more as you begin to cry again. Tears fill your eyes and you go to wipe them out of your eyes only to see their blood on your hands. Seeing this makes it real and you quickly realize that they were gone and they were never coming back; no matter what you did.


Please don't hate me but there had to be some angst somewhere in these prompts.

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LadyCizzle