I TOLD HIM… - - -

I TOLD HIM… - - -

Disclaimer: I've borrowed the kind doctor from DS9, he's not mine, never will be *sob* [blah blah blah]

Notes: three things… copying bad, R&R good, and real events? Purely coincidental.

Endless possibilities flashed through his mind as aids to the boys pain, watching him writhe there in agony only made him more aware of the time passed. Searching desperately through his medical kit, he tried to spot the right hypospray that would save the boys life, clear cerulean liquid that mirrored his pained eyes almost perfectly. "Stats, all wrong… need to double check…" he mumbled ceaselessly to himself, rifling as quickly as possible through the mass of labels and liquids. The trichorder beeped shrilly, saying this boy was going to go into shock if the correct treatment wasn't administered shortly. He just couldn't seem to get to the hypospray fast enough…

"Doctor! We need you over here!" a voice came from the opposite direction.

"I can't, just wait a second." Desperate, he'd never heard his own voice sound so small and shrill before. Speed was of the essence, why did everything feel so restrictive? Like moving through a vat of honey… beads of perspiration appear on his forehead, he's found the hypospray, but it's not working. Think! Think!

"Doctor! We need medical assistance, this boy's going to die!" another voice, trying to save another life.

"I can't, not yet…" Think!! Think!! Too many reasons, so little time, where's the doctor?. Look into his eyes, only a child, so much pain.

"Doctor! Doctor!!" where is the doctor?? "Oh God, don't let him die, please!"… "Doctor! This boy is dying! Please help! Doctor!!!"… the voices, the endless pricking voices, their blood is everywhere, coating everything… oh God, so much blood. Where is the doctor?

"Father?" a soft, yet pained voice cuts through the din and dizzying smell of burning flesh. "Father?" again, it comes, as hushed as the first.

Bashier looks down, dark brown eyes venturing deep into his sons' endless azure irises. "you're going to be fine," almost automatic, a reflexive mechanical comment, more reassurance to himself than to his son.

He smiles through his tears, eyes flicking to the side, seeing pleading faces in dire need of help. "Go help them, I'm going to be fine, just go dad… I'm going to be fine." His voice is fading off, there's that comment again, he'd got it from his dad.

"I'll be back in a second, just hang on… you'll be fine." Fear furrows his sweaty brow, as he releases his sons' hand to go and check on the others.

His eyes follow his fathers' movement across the dusty cave, the rifle in his hands giving him a temporary sense of security. "I'll be fine," he whispers again, losing his fathers image in the swirling crowd…

"Blake! Blake! I told you, just a second…" he halts in mid-step, unseeing eyes searching ceaselessly for him. Brilliant sapphire dulled to a mere husk, never to smile, laugh, cry… Bashier looked around, something his son would never be able to go again, seeing the faces of close friends, tears in their eyes the image of his own. "I told him he'd be fine…"

[I know I've probably butchered the good doctors name and a couple of other words… but it's too early in the damn morning and I'm tired, so if you don't like it than it's not really my fault… take it up with my plot bunny.]