For the FFU Challenge

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Coming in at 284 Words:



Ray walked down the hall and slowly entered Benny’s hospital room.

Benny still wasn’t looking very good, but he looked a hell of a lot better than he had two days ago. He was still hooked up to all kinds of IVs and monitoring devices, but at least that damn intubation tube had been removed.

Ray sat down in the chair and stared at his sleeping friend. Benny was even getting some color back in his face. Maybe when Benny’s condition had improved more, Ray would be able to look at him without seeing him lying sprawled on that train platform, Ray’s bullet in his back.

Benny’s doctor had told Ray that Benny had been awake a few times, and had been more or less coherent. Ray desperately wanted to see Benny awake, but he was also desperately afraid of Benny’s reaction to him.

His best friend was alive, but had Ray lost him anyway?

Benny moaned softly and stirred in the bed, and Ray’s heart started pounding.

“Benny?” He whispered, but his voice was so shaky and quiet he doubted that Benny had heard him.

Benny blinked slowly a few times, then he looked over and saw Ray.

Ray forced himself to meet Benny’s eyes, and he was surprised at what he saw there. He could see pain and guilt and sorrow in Benny’s eyes, but he couldn’t see any anger. Well, not any anger directed at Ray.

Ray took a shaky breath, trying to keep from crying, and squeezed Benny’s hand very gently. “Benny,” he whispered, “I’m so sorry.”

“No,” Benny said, his voice barely more than a hoarse rasp. “Don’t apologize. Not your fault.”

Benny’s eyes drifted closed again. “I miscalculated.”

Comments

[crimsonspin.livejournal.com]

As a new reader this gives a very clear picture to me of the man that Fraser is. Always thinking of others first.

C

[pixiecatfish.livejournal.com]

Thank you!