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numb3rsflashficTitle: Threehundred-forty-nine
Pairing/Characters: Charlie Eppes/Don Eppes
Rating/Category: PG13
Word Count: 232
Spoilers: None
Summary: Charlie's last thoughts before he passes out.
Notes/Warnings:
+ Results of a somewhat violent situation.
+ Charlie's point of view.
+ My very first Numb3rs fic. Yay.
+ Written for the first challenge: Last
The last thing he heard before everything went black was Don's voice. Asking him whether he was alright, unhurt, alive. Don's panicky voice.
The last thing he saw was Don's face, his eyes. He'd had bent over him and was frantically searching for the reason - the wound - that caused him to lie in a heap on the dirty, wet street.
The last thing he felt was the trickle of what was probably his own blood tickling his right ear. He hadn't the time to let it bother him.
The last thing he smelled was the disgusting stink of the gutter's stench. It annoyed him.
The last thing he said wasn't even close to be a word, it was something of a gurgle. He tried to tell Don that he wasn't hurt that badly. Head wounds always bled more than others.
The last thing he thought was numbers. The amount of blood in the body of an average adult. 10 pints. The sparse drops of rain that landed on his face. 37. The black but colourful spots dancing before his eyes. 4. No, 5. The number of times that Don stroke his cheek with the back of his hand. 14. The numbers of time that he had told him he loved him. 348.
Charlie blacked out a second later there on that dirty, wet backstreet with a final faint, mumbled gurgle.
349.
Pairing/Characters: Charlie Eppes/Don Eppes
Rating/Category: PG13
Word Count: 232
Spoilers: None
Summary: Charlie's last thoughts before he passes out.
Notes/Warnings:
+ Results of a somewhat violent situation.
+ Charlie's point of view.
+ My very first Numb3rs fic. Yay.
+ Written for the first challenge: Last
The last thing he heard before everything went black was Don's voice. Asking him whether he was alright, unhurt, alive. Don's panicky voice.
The last thing he saw was Don's face, his eyes. He'd had bent over him and was frantically searching for the reason - the wound - that caused him to lie in a heap on the dirty, wet street.
The last thing he felt was the trickle of what was probably his own blood tickling his right ear. He hadn't the time to let it bother him.
The last thing he smelled was the disgusting stink of the gutter's stench. It annoyed him.
The last thing he said wasn't even close to be a word, it was something of a gurgle. He tried to tell Don that he wasn't hurt that badly. Head wounds always bled more than others.
The last thing he thought was numbers. The amount of blood in the body of an average adult. 10 pints. The sparse drops of rain that landed on his face. 37. The black but colourful spots dancing before his eyes. 4. No, 5. The number of times that Don stroke his cheek with the back of his hand. 14. The numbers of time that he had told him he loved him. 348.
Charlie blacked out a second later there on that dirty, wet backstreet with a final faint, mumbled gurgle.
349.
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Date: 2005-10-29 11:20 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-10-29 11:34 pm (UTC)Oh, no. Blacking out, fainting, passing out, losing consciousness. Yes, absolutely!
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Date: 2005-10-30 01:32 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-10-30 02:15 am (UTC)and yay! for blacking ount not meaning dead :))
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Date: 2005-10-31 05:53 am (UTC)Charlie's mind wandering and thinking of numbers and patterns and... Don. Wow, you've summed up Charlie Eppes. ;P
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Date: 2005-11-01 11:50 pm (UTC)*lol* indeed :D
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Date: 2006-01-01 07:38 pm (UTC)How could you!! *tries to forget the fact that she herself has killed Don two days ago*
Fanfics are a powerful thing.
Really, I can only repeat what others have said before me: Beautiful, intense writing.
Leaves me all shaky.
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Date: 2006-01-01 08:51 pm (UTC)I was tickled to actually mention that he did die, but thne settled for having him only passing out - hooray for ambiguity!
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Date: 2008-05-07 01:58 am (UTC):wishes you to write more:
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