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[persian-slipper.livejournal.com]

A drabble and a half by Persian Slipper

 

So I’m beating the crap outta the perp and Fraser’s behind me whispering, “I’m sorry,” over and over and finally the perp stops thrashing and I slap some cuffs on him and run back to Fraser, who’s pale, so pale, and holding his belly where there’s blood, bright-red blood the color of the Mountie uniform, leaking out between his fingers. He’s still whispering and there’s blood on his lips and I’m tearing off my jacket and holding it on wound and my hands are slick with blood, and then there’s sirens and the ambulance and the patrol car and the paramedics are saying get away from Fraser. I do, then I yell something about not letting him die and look over at the uniforms who want to know what to do with the perp and I can think is Fraser, why the hell did you have to walk into this? 

Comments

[nowlive.livejournal.com]

Okay. That's agony. Very hard hitting and scary. Thanks for posting - was it hard to write?

[persian-slipper.livejournal.com]

Not really. Ray just started talking to me in the shower and the hardest part was remembering it all until I got to the computer.

[estrella30.livejournal.com]

Yow. That was powerful. Excellent job!

[shayheyred.livejournal.com]

AAhhhgghh!
Ow.

[lynnmonster.livejournal.com]

Oh, ouch! Very vivid!

[tyk.livejournal.com]

oh and oww, and i don't know who to feel more sorry for...

[sam80853.livejournal.com]

Ouch... That's really scary - blood all over Fraser's red uniform...

[silverakira.livejournal.com]

Oh man. That's...jeez.

Very powerful imagery, and I love the sort of stream-of-consciousness.

Wonderful ficlet.

[persian-slipper.livejournal.com]

TYK! I wasn't sure if people we going to like the stream of consciousness, but that's how Ray told it to me, so that's how I wrote it.