30 Seconds
(A Mission: Impossible III Drabble)
30 seconds...the ringing in my head so loud that I barely hear Ethan when the paddles are ready. I barely perceive movement to my immediate right- someone is half in/out of the copter, along with any hope of my survival, but though he is focused on me, he deftly pulls them back inside.
This is the reason I love him. He can do just about anything, and I make a promise to myself; when we get out of this, and have that bastard Davian put away, I'm going to tell him. We are not teacher and student anymore, there's no need to keep feelings in check. He's not my superior officer anymore...I've got nothing to lose.
"Am I ready now?"
"You always were, Lindsey, you always were."
His eyes are locked on mine, and I wonder if he can somehow hear my thoughts, the musings that almost mask the pain I'm in. Almost. All I can think to do is kiss him, but there will be time for that, later.
There's a faint beeping as the defibrillator counts down, it's nearly time. 15...14...13...12...
If I can will myself to stay calm and steady, it can help, I know it can, I will survive, I will make it home. He will know. A sudden spike of excusiating pain digs its way deep within my brain; I lose focus for a moment, and for the first time, want only to die. 5...4...he will save me...our eyes lock and I mouth 'thank you'.
3...
2...I...love...
fin