Disclaimer: Don't own it, never will.
A.N. An angsty little drabble that came to mind after hearing the song "Suicide is Painless"
Warnings: Suicide, Character Death, and Slash if you read it right.
Suicide is painless.
That's a fucking laugh.
Hawkeye knows only to well how much it hurts.
He sits, motionless and cold as the already cooling blood drips from the blanket draped haphazardly over the cot.
His blank stare, clouding as the minutes go by, watches a single drop of the liquid quiver on the end of the shard of glass before falling, fleeing to splash uselessly against the floor.
As a doctor, blood had always held special meaning for him, it was life and death combined, it held the secret of life and heralded the coming of death.
His mind screams for him to stop the flow of life from the jagged cuts, but in his heart he knows it is too late, and it has been too late since the first session of 'Meatball Surgery'.
There is only so much pain, heartache and death a person can see before they loose all hope for the good in this world, before they loose the will to live in a world such as ours.
Salty tears pool with salty blood, diamonds and rubies mix and blend, but the blood will always overwhelm the tears, for there is no greater escape than death. Escape from pain, from heartache and this damned war.
Hawkeye holds his head in his hands as he watches the blood congeal and pool underneath the cooling body of the only person keeping him sane, and all he could think was 'No matter what, you said, you'd never leave me, what a liar you are Trapper John.'
Fin