A/n I loved writing this. Thank you all for your reviews. They were really motivating. I hope you like this ending.
]Fire. His throat burned. Pressure. His chest felt like caving in. darkness was his vision. All he could see. Air. He needed it. There was something down his throat. What was it? He coughed against it and someone cried out. Footsteps came in frantic beats. Pounding against Neal's tired brain. He tried to open his eyes, he wanted to see. Wanted the light. But they were like lead and he was so tired. So tired. Didn't he have this feeling before? Tired. Something was different. Something was there that made him fight. His brain didn't supply that this time. He was tired and in pain, so he stopped trying.
Clear. They yelled, Peter flinched outside. Looking into the room like an observer to a zoo animal. But there was more at stake here. So much. This was Neal. His CI, his worker. But not only that, his friend, a broken man that Peter vowed to fix. Neal's body arched up as the electricity flowed. Peter looked away, a wave of panic tensing up his muscles. He heard a beat, and pushed out a shaky breath. He kept in control this time. Not wanting to be sedated again. Not wanting to lose any time that he could sit vigil.
The beat kept going and Peter's hopes soared before crashing down harder than ever before. He was dizzy, shaky. He sat back down into that torturous chair. A horrendous shriek piercing his ears.
"No!" He cried just like Neal did on the night that he lost Kate."Neal I need you, you're my best friend." He sobbed as the doctors led him away.
Away from him, away from knowledge. Towards a place where he could only hope. Only pray that his CI would be okay. His friend.
Neal didn't know what he wanted. He was floating, a cloud. Right or left? Down or up? He didn't know directions. Just an abyss. There was a tug that told him to leave. That he missed someone and that he could meet up with her. Another was tugging him down. Towards a man, a family. A job. A life. One was filled with pure yearning. Another with love. How could he choose? He heard a cry. It screamed at him. Lit up his inside. Burned with a fire. A fire that could only be extinguished when he followed it. When he went towards the sob. He took a breath, and floated down. Down towards the family, the man. Peter. He went towards Peter.
The doctor returned, the second time that week. Peter stood, solemn. A statue. He'd been through this. Broken down, drugged, calmed down. He was prepared. But that didn't stop him from wanting. From hoping.
"He's alive." The doctor said.
Peter could've sworn he'd imagined it. He rushed down the hallway, bursting into the room. Blue eyes. Brown hair. Wit and fine cuisine all right in front of him. He breathed out slowly. He smiled. He cried. He wanted to laugh, to tug out his hair. He wanted to shout from the rooftops.
Neal was alive. Well. There for always. And Peter would never let him go. Friend. Family. Neal.
A/n I don't think I could kill off Neal if I tried. He's just so loveable, I wouldn't ever want him gone. It killed me to write Give Me A Hero and I just couldn't think of doing the same thing to Neal. I hoped you liked this. Please review!