so here´s my 2nd story, hope you like it, reviews are highly appreciated, but you already know that ;D I know the plot wouldn´t win a creativity award or something, but I just couldn´t resist ...hehe. while my previous fanfic was writtenwith the limited knowledge of having seen 2 episodes, I improved! I saw my 4th epi this friday! X/ (whyhasn´t CC been released on DVD yet? you can already get WaT and stuff, but I really would want the CC ones...) ok I´m heading off topic. focus back on the story X)
oh and I just realizedboth of mystories start the same- someone cuts his finger. This made me think. O.o must be because that´s what happens to me constantly... -.-
I also couln´t find a title for my story. I´m always so bad with the titles. just don´t think much about them, if they seem a little weird to you. it´s just my feelings.they´re not making much more sense to meeither ;)
thanks again to Disasterfreak, who betaed the hell out of my story to make it finally readable (english not my mother tongue...blah) and did a wonderful job at it ;)
:Considering the loss:
He could remember hurting his left thumb at breakfast, but only because it was hard to forget. All through the day he had randomly felt the slight stinging of pain whenever the wound came into contact with something. But it was the only thing he remembered from that morning. Everything else had just faded to black the second blood was spilled. He didn't know if he had taken a shower that day, he couldn't tell if he'd had coffee, and just a moment ago he had spent almost 10 minutes searching for his car, because he couldn't remember where he had parked it.
Danger wasn't supposed to be part of the menu today. It had been so unexpected. Wrong place, wrong time. Like a thief at night, it had stealthily approached them and cowardly caught them from behind. He felt betrayed. He felt he had failed her miserably.
It didn't bother him his white shirt was ruined, he'd just throw it away—along with the whole damn day and never think about it again. But with a tinge of fright he realized he couldn't rid himself of these emotions and images so easily. Unlike the morning, all the other day's events were much too clear. He could recall every move made as they dropped down to the pavement. He could see every detail; like a movie playing in slow motion, it took hold of his thoughts, clutching his insides, squeezing his throat. He could still hear her voice, clear and cutting like the air that crystal night, as anguish and despair reached their highest level.
(If he could only go)back in time.
They had been sent to a black district in town, to do what they always did: interrogate, examine, find things out. It wasn't a safe area, they knew. But... nah, no sweat for two cops!
They spoke to some gang members who seemed to know quite a few spicy details about the place where they spent 24/7. Not very talkative, but he and Lilly knew how to piece the puzzle that had been thrown at them, bit by bit, until they had a pretty sharp picture of the situation.
All of the sudden the atmosphere changed. A boy raced around the corner and started telling them something seemingly important in a hushed voice, and they all strode off, one by one.
"Hey, we're not finished yet."
Their protests went unnoticed.
"You better leave this place too, just a thought," one of the older ones hissed. And then everything happened really fast.
The sound of an approaching vehicle made them turn their heads.
"Shit!"
Just as they had finally decided to follow the furiously running crowd, gunshots were heard across the street. The car didn't stop, its occupants merely opened aimless fire in their direction.
No place to hide.
In the midst of their escape, Lilly suddenly cried out and fell to the ground.
He was at her side in an instant, pressing her flat to the ground to keep her as far from the bullets as possible. It wasn't long before silence came. He pushed himself off the pavement and took a look at her.
"Damn..."
He gazed from her pale face down her body to where a reddish stain had begun spread across her side. The bullet had caught her just over her left hip.
He looked around, trying to clear his mind and decide what to do next. Ripping off his jacket and shirt, he began to unbutton her blouse. The look on her face tore his heart apart. She was white as snow, her mouth twisted in attempt to breathe away the horrible pain. But her eyes were the worst. They literally shone with panic—he'd never seen her so frightened. As his hands moved automatically across her clothes, he spoke to her in a shaky voice.
"Lil... d'you hear me? Lil, look at me. It's going to be alright, ok? I'll take care of you, don't worry, Lil..."
"It... hurts," she managed to whisper between clenched teeth.
"I know. I'm so sorry, Lil."
He slowly lifted the thin fabric of her blouse from her small body, uncovering the spot where the bullet had hit her. The sight drove tears to his eyes. The wound sat like a wild, devastating animal on her soft fair skin, and there was so much blood...
He tore his eyes away and quickly folded his shirt into a small compress, placing it over the wound and covering her with her shirt again. He got his mobile out and called for an ambulance, all the while keeping a firm hold on the makeshift bandage.
Lily breathed and breathed and breathed as fast as she could. The pain was unbearable... involuntary gasps and moans escaped her lips, and she could swear she heard her own blood rushing in her ears. Scotty was doing something—she didn't know what. But she trusted him. He'd know what to do.
"I'm so cold..." she whispered.
"Hold on a second."
Grabbing the jacket at his side, he covered her with it, tucking it around her body carefully. He partly lifted her onto his lap, pulling her to him with his left arm while pressing the right to his already soaked shirt.
"I'm so sorry, Lilly," he whispered into her temple, bending over her protectively.
"Not your fault."
He saw her tremble, blue lips moving, but he could barely hear her voice.
"Just hold on Lilly. You're so strong, and the ambulance will be here in a second."
"Just don't leave me."
She sounded so weary...
Scotty winced at this vulnerability he'd never noticed about her before. He hated seeing her in pain. He hated the fact she could even think about him leaving her at a time like this.
"I wouldn't leave you if my life depended on it. Never," he solemnly swore. And he meant every word.
Her breath was running short. Scotty leaned in to press a kiss to her cold forehead, cradling her in his arms. When he drew back and saw her closed eyes, he panicked.
"No, don't you fall asleep on me now! Lilly, wake up!"
Lazily she opened her eyes, blinking up at him. "Huh?"
"You can't go to sleep now! I'm not leaving you, don't you leave me either, deal?" He made a furious attempt at keeping his voice steady and calm.
"Sorry, can't stay..." She sounded almost regretful. Her eyelids fluttered and her eyes shut again.
"Yes, you can!" He shook her a little, practically shouting, but with no success. It was then he heard the ambulance coming, a wave of relief washing over him almost at once. Lilly was going to be ok soon.
"Yes, you can," he repeated. "You can. I need you." His final words were almost a whisper; the last thing he wanted was to lose someone else in his life.
Next thing he knew, Lilly was being taken out of his arms and hooked to hundreds of cables and machines that scared the hell out of him, but he felt he was standing half a mile away. On asking if he could ride with her, all he was told was that they needed the space, that he could follow in his own car...
(All that matters is) the present
Scotty leaned into the side of his car, groaning out loud. "Oh, god..."
Laying his head down on his arm, he stood as still as he could, not caring if he froze to death, right here, right now. The night was perfect. And for the very first time he wondered what life would be like without her.
