I can take it

by ohcomely23

Peter felt sick. But if Neal was telling them not to come in… well, he had to trust there was a reason for it. But that didn't mean he had to like it. And honestly, if things continued at this rate… well, screw it, he was going in. Peter is forced to listen as Neal takes a beating, and Neal struggles to stay strong, get the information, save lives. Told from Peter's POV.

9. Chapter 9

This is a very short chapter—apologies. I'll be back to churning out chapters soon!
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It came to him in bits and pieces. At first, he was aware of a faint humming sound, but before he could wonder about it anymore, there was nothing, and he was swept back under the murky water.

The second time he stirred, he was aware of discomfort. Not pain per say—this place, wherever he was, had no agony. But his legs felt stiff, unused, and he was aware of a tugging sensation. He felt cramped and cricked and old and wary. Again, he heard the humming sound, though this time he thought he heard some beeping sounds as well. Before he could think to question any of it, he was pulled back under.

The third time, Neal faintly turned his head towards the sound of the humming. He wasn't sure what it was, who it was, but something about it was warm and familiar… something about it felt safe.

Neal felt fingers carding through his hair, gently and tenderly and sweetly, and he instinctively curled into the gesture. His strength was spent, the simple action costing him much. And with that, Neal went back under.

Elizabeth smiled against the threatening tears. She didn't trust herself to speak and instead resumed her vigil, gently running her fingers through Neal's hair. She cleared her throat and continued the song she had been humming to him.

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