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aragarnaTitle: A Hole in the Heart
Author: Aragarna
Characters: Peter, Neal
Genre, rating: hurt/comfort with a lot of angst, and blood. So maybe PG-13. Gen.
Word count: 1000.
Summary: Neal's been shot and Peter's heart is bleeding to see his friend lying on a gurney in the Emergency Room.
Author's Note: This is for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kanarek13 who asked for some Peter and Neal to go with this CSI screencap. And of course she did the awesome artwork to go with the story. Title is from an old episode of ER.
A Hole in the Heart
It isn’t happening. It can’t end that way. Peter will not accept it. It just isn’t acceptable. It would be unbearable. Intolerable. The simple thought of it is already killing him. Peter refuses to accept it.
His heart is bleeding.
He is staring desperately at Neal, on the other side of the glass, who is truly bleeding his life out on a hospital gurney. There is so much blood. Neal’s blood. It’s also all over Peter’s shirt and hands. He tried desperately to stop the blood from leaving Neal’s body, but it kept pouring through his fingers, spreading on Neal's chest, soaking his shirt, suit, Peter’s jacket.
Why did he have to jump and take that bullet for him? Why Neal, why would you do something so stupid?
The bullet hit him close range, right in the chest – Peter prays that it didn’t touch the heart – and Neal fell, stopped in his momentum, at Peter’s feet. The Agent fell on his knees as he shot orders to call 911. Neal’s face was contracted with pain. He tried to talk, but couldn’t. He gripped Peter’s arm, with all his force. His blue eyes, filled with fear, seemed to implore Peter to do something, not to let him die. That imploring gaze is still haunting Peter.
He wipes his nose with the back of his sleeve.
He was terrified. He pressed his hand on Neal’s chest, so hard that his friend let go a scream that ripped Peter’s heart. And yet that was still not enough to block the bleeding.
“Hold on, Neal, just hold on.”
He wanted to put a protective hand on Neal’s forehand, but all he did was spreading Neal’s own blood over his face.
Blood. Everywhere. Coloring his vision. Neal’s blood. Peter feels suddenly sick and suppresses a retching.
Things aren’t supposed to be that way. Peter is the Federal Officer. He is the one putting his life on the line for others. Not the other way round. Neal is just a civilian. An unarmed civilian.
It’s all his fault. Neal was – is – his responsibility. He was supposed to keep him safe. Guilt adds to fear. He failed.
Neal’s life seemed to leave him so quickly. His gaze shadowing, his grip losing fierce, and Peter’s despair growing.
“Stay with me, Neal!”
It’s his fault, and it’s Neal who is paying the price. It should have been Peter on this gurney.
What he sees through the glass is shattering his soul. Anonymous hospital personal in blue scrubs are cutting Neal open. Sticking things in his body. He can hear the monitor alarms beeping. They shock him, and Peter jumps as the electrical impulse shakes Neal’s heart. It’s unbearable, but he can’t look away. He has to be there, to hold that invisible thread of life connecting Neal to him.
“Don’t you dare die on me!”
It might be his last words to his partner and friend, and he yelled at him. An irrepressible sob shakes him and Peter beats his lips.
Diana approaches him. He flinches as she puts her hand on his shoulder.
“I called Elizabeth,” she says.
Peter nods. He doesn’t dare look at her. He can’t speak. He knows that the minute he tries to talk, or crosses someone’s gaze, he’ll fall apart. He holds on to the glass, he holds on to Neal’s life, with all his heart. Because a world without Neal would be too hard, too bleak, too damn quiet.
He should have told Neal, how proud he was of him, how much the young man meant to him, how important their friendship was to him.
is to him. Because this is not the end of it. It can’t be. It can’t be…
Please Neal, don’t die.
An eternity later, Peter is in the waiting room on the Surgery floor. Elizabeth has joined him. They’re seated in the uncomfortable plastic chairs, awkwardly holding each other across the armrests. Elizabeth has one arm around Peter’s waist and is holding his hand with her free hand. They haven’t exchanged a word. What for? No platitude would make them feel any better, and they know each other well enough not to have to pretend.
Elizabeth didn’t ask, and Peter assumes Diana told her what happened – for which he is immensely grateful, because he wouldn’t have had the strength to explain. The pain is too raw, too deep, like a hole in his heart.
A doctor in scrubs approaches Peter and a cold shiver runs through his body, from toes to scalp.
“Agent Burke?”
Peter and Elizabeth stand up. He staggers and he feels Elizabeth leaning heavily on him, clutched to his arm. He can’t face the doctor. Instead he stares at the door he came from. Where Neal is, somewhere.
“Please doctor, don’t say it. Not just yet.” Peter’s voice is barely more than a whisper. His voice – hollow, cavernous – sounds foreign to him.
He’s picturing Neal’s unconscious body on the surgery table. His face is chalk white, but finally peaceful. The world gets blurry and starts spinning. Peter’s chest is hurting. It feels like his heart has stopped. He realizes he’s holding his breath and forces himself to take a large gulp of air. The voice of the doctor finally reaches through the haze of his brain.
“… ould recover.”
Peter blinks and looks at the doctor, who puts a hand on his shoulder.
“Surgery went well, Agent Burke. Your friend should be fine.”
The rest of the doctor’s words are lost to Peter. But their true meaning sinks in slowly, and Peter feels the world steadying as the fog of his mind subsides gradually. Neal is going to live.
Now his heart his racing, beating hard against his ribcage. Peter feels the urge to kiss the doctor but somehow it’d seem inappropriate. So he kisses his wife instead.
Eyes shining with tears, he looks at the man who saved his friend’s life.
“Thank you doctor,” he whispers.
Fin.
Author: Aragarna
Characters: Peter, Neal
Genre, rating: hurt/comfort with a lot of angst, and blood. So maybe PG-13. Gen.
Word count: 1000.
Summary: Neal's been shot and Peter's heart is bleeding to see his friend lying on a gurney in the Emergency Room.
Author's Note: This is for
kanarek13 who asked for some Peter and Neal to go with this CSI screencap. And of course she did the awesome artwork to go with the story. Title is from an old episode of ER.
A Hole in the HeartIt isn’t happening. It can’t end that way. Peter will not accept it. It just isn’t acceptable. It would be unbearable. Intolerable. The simple thought of it is already killing him. Peter refuses to accept it.
His heart is bleeding.
He is staring desperately at Neal, on the other side of the glass, who is truly bleeding his life out on a hospital gurney. There is so much blood. Neal’s blood. It’s also all over Peter’s shirt and hands. He tried desperately to stop the blood from leaving Neal’s body, but it kept pouring through his fingers, spreading on Neal's chest, soaking his shirt, suit, Peter’s jacket.
Why did he have to jump and take that bullet for him? Why Neal, why would you do something so stupid?
The bullet hit him close range, right in the chest – Peter prays that it didn’t touch the heart – and Neal fell, stopped in his momentum, at Peter’s feet. The Agent fell on his knees as he shot orders to call 911. Neal’s face was contracted with pain. He tried to talk, but couldn’t. He gripped Peter’s arm, with all his force. His blue eyes, filled with fear, seemed to implore Peter to do something, not to let him die. That imploring gaze is still haunting Peter.
He wipes his nose with the back of his sleeve.
He was terrified. He pressed his hand on Neal’s chest, so hard that his friend let go a scream that ripped Peter’s heart. And yet that was still not enough to block the bleeding.
“Hold on, Neal, just hold on.”
He wanted to put a protective hand on Neal’s forehand, but all he did was spreading Neal’s own blood over his face.
Blood. Everywhere. Coloring his vision. Neal’s blood. Peter feels suddenly sick and suppresses a retching.
Things aren’t supposed to be that way. Peter is the Federal Officer. He is the one putting his life on the line for others. Not the other way round. Neal is just a civilian. An unarmed civilian.
It’s all his fault. Neal was – is – his responsibility. He was supposed to keep him safe. Guilt adds to fear. He failed.
Neal’s life seemed to leave him so quickly. His gaze shadowing, his grip losing fierce, and Peter’s despair growing.
“Stay with me, Neal!”
It’s his fault, and it’s Neal who is paying the price. It should have been Peter on this gurney.
What he sees through the glass is shattering his soul. Anonymous hospital personal in blue scrubs are cutting Neal open. Sticking things in his body. He can hear the monitor alarms beeping. They shock him, and Peter jumps as the electrical impulse shakes Neal’s heart. It’s unbearable, but he can’t look away. He has to be there, to hold that invisible thread of life connecting Neal to him.
“Don’t you dare die on me!”
It might be his last words to his partner and friend, and he yelled at him. An irrepressible sob shakes him and Peter beats his lips.
Diana approaches him. He flinches as she puts her hand on his shoulder.
“I called Elizabeth,” she says.
Peter nods. He doesn’t dare look at her. He can’t speak. He knows that the minute he tries to talk, or crosses someone’s gaze, he’ll fall apart. He holds on to the glass, he holds on to Neal’s life, with all his heart. Because a world without Neal would be too hard, too bleak, too damn quiet.
He should have told Neal, how proud he was of him, how much the young man meant to him, how important their friendship was to him.
is to him. Because this is not the end of it. It can’t be. It can’t be…
Please Neal, don’t die.
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An eternity later, Peter is in the waiting room on the Surgery floor. Elizabeth has joined him. They’re seated in the uncomfortable plastic chairs, awkwardly holding each other across the armrests. Elizabeth has one arm around Peter’s waist and is holding his hand with her free hand. They haven’t exchanged a word. What for? No platitude would make them feel any better, and they know each other well enough not to have to pretend.
Elizabeth didn’t ask, and Peter assumes Diana told her what happened – for which he is immensely grateful, because he wouldn’t have had the strength to explain. The pain is too raw, too deep, like a hole in his heart.
A doctor in scrubs approaches Peter and a cold shiver runs through his body, from toes to scalp.
“Agent Burke?”
Peter and Elizabeth stand up. He staggers and he feels Elizabeth leaning heavily on him, clutched to his arm. He can’t face the doctor. Instead he stares at the door he came from. Where Neal is, somewhere.
“Please doctor, don’t say it. Not just yet.” Peter’s voice is barely more than a whisper. His voice – hollow, cavernous – sounds foreign to him.
He’s picturing Neal’s unconscious body on the surgery table. His face is chalk white, but finally peaceful. The world gets blurry and starts spinning. Peter’s chest is hurting. It feels like his heart has stopped. He realizes he’s holding his breath and forces himself to take a large gulp of air. The voice of the doctor finally reaches through the haze of his brain.
“… ould recover.”
Peter blinks and looks at the doctor, who puts a hand on his shoulder.
“Surgery went well, Agent Burke. Your friend should be fine.”
The rest of the doctor’s words are lost to Peter. But their true meaning sinks in slowly, and Peter feels the world steadying as the fog of his mind subsides gradually. Neal is going to live.
Now his heart his racing, beating hard against his ribcage. Peter feels the urge to kiss the doctor but somehow it’d seem inappropriate. So he kisses his wife instead.
Eyes shining with tears, he looks at the man who saved his friend’s life.
“Thank you doctor,” he whispers.
Fin.
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Date: 2014-08-02 11:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-08-03 06:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-08-02 11:34 pm (UTC)And Kanarek's art is, of course, as always amazing.
I have no clue how you find time to write at the moment, but I'm glad you do! LOL!
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Date: 2014-08-03 06:37 am (UTC)LOL well,I don't know either...
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Date: 2014-08-02 11:51 pm (UTC)I know you don't like extreme angst and you didn't warn - but damn, I thought for a moment that maybe you were going to go THERE.
I am so glad you didn't.
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Date: 2014-08-03 06:49 am (UTC)Oh no, I would never go there. I can scare my boy a little, but not break him. I wouldn't do that to him.
This is the highest level of angst I'm capable of. And I had to make sure to end on a positive note.
But I have to say, Kanarek's prompt was tempting, because man, that face... *hugs him*
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Date: 2014-08-03 12:22 am (UTC)The art work superb.
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Date: 2014-08-03 06:50 am (UTC)And yes, the artwork is awesome!
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Date: 2014-08-03 03:30 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-08-03 06:54 am (UTC)Kanarek's art is perfect!
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Date: 2014-08-03 07:30 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-08-03 09:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-08-03 10:09 am (UTC)Thanks! And yes, that's a beautiful art!
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Date: 2014-08-03 10:26 am (UTC)It perfect with all the angst poor Peter has to suffer *hugs him* Something like that really takes a decade off your years. And poor Neal, taking a bullet for Peter - of course he would do that, no doubt about it, but it's kinda fascinating how one bullet can shatter two people at once.
Thank you so much for this \o/
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Date: 2014-08-04 09:07 am (UTC)I'm really happy that you enjoyed it.
Hee you're so right. Hitting two men with one bullet. *smooch them both*
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Date: 2014-08-03 10:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-08-04 09:08 am (UTC)Yeah, Peter would never forgive himself if Neal was killed on the field. (and I would never do that to Peter!)
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Date: 2014-08-03 11:43 am (UTC)And thanks for a happy ending
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Date: 2014-08-04 09:09 am (UTC)You can always count on me for the happy ending. ;-)
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Date: 2014-08-03 01:20 pm (UTC)Now excuse me, but I feel the need to give Peter a really BIG hug...
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Date: 2014-08-04 09:10 am (UTC)The artwork is so perfect.
And yes okay, I'll share Peter with you on that one (after all, it's my fault ^^)
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Date: 2014-08-03 03:13 pm (UTC)Cheers!
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Date: 2014-08-04 09:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-08-03 03:14 pm (UTC)This is exactly what I needed right now. Beautiful, beautiful fic. So intense. So real.
And the cover is most perfect as well.
Excuse me while I go find some tissues - I was crying with Peter the whole time.
Thank you for sharing!
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Date: 2014-08-04 09:12 am (UTC)WOOOOW!!!
Date: 2014-08-03 08:42 pm (UTC)Peace out, Sandy
Re: WOOOOW!!!
Date: 2014-08-04 09:15 am (UTC)Yes, I would never end it any other way. ;-) I need my boys safe and sound.
The artwork is beautiful!
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Date: 2014-08-03 10:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-08-04 09:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-08-04 03:49 am (UTC)But hee! He almost kissed the doctor.
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Date: 2014-08-04 09:22 am (UTC)Yes, I think Peter would never forgive himself if Neal got killed on the field, saving his life.
;-) I felt the need to throw in some lightness.
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Date: 2014-08-04 09:19 am (UTC)The artwork is awesome, too. :)
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Date: 2014-08-04 09:24 am (UTC)heee yes, I needed to cheer myself up. ;-)
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