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Author Note: Thanks a lot for the reviews, Sprite Sweetheart, bdoney and without a trace freak, its lovely to know you liked it. Sorry about the confusion at first not knowing who died, I uploaded the wrong version. Thanks again, it does mean a lot to me. Well here is the last part of my little story, hope you enjoy it! Please review! I'm in England so the whole sam/martin stuff hasn't really happened here so I do apologise to those hoping for a bit more of it.
It Happened Today Part 2.
I died today.
I didn't feel much pain, not even half as much I would have thought. Sure, there was some, a strange burning sensation and an uncomfortable tightness in my chest, but I mostly felt numbness. It scared me. I was floating and drowning at the same time, the dark and the cold closing in on me. I'm not, well I wasn't, easily frightened. Growing up my dad used to say it was a weakness, and Fitzgerald men can't be weak. I don't think I had ever really let myself be scared before today. I had never felt fear like I did after the gun went off. I had never felt as weak as I did when I was lying on the floor. Then I saw him, Danny. I had seen the male suspect pointing the gun towards Danny's face, and I saw him squeezing the trigger. It was an instinctual thing to jump in front of Danny but I still wasn't sure if I had done enough. The murky swamp my mind was becoming took an age to realise that he was alive. My best friend was alive, and I had had the privilege of saving him. I wish I'd had enough energy to tell him to smile but everything was too much of an effort. I wish I could have told him that I had died happy.
I died today, but Danny Taylor survived.