Fic: Now or Never
Title: Now or Never
Pairing/Characters: Don, Alan, Charlie
Rating: PG
Summary: As the saying goes, it’s now or never. Sequel to Three Days.
Word Count: 3 x 100 words
Disclaimer: I do not own Numb3rs. They belong to Cheryl and Nick.
A/N: UnBetaed. All mistakes are mine.
Prompt: Conversation
‘God I hurt all over.’ Hiss thunk.
‘Ugh, what the hell happened to me?’ Hiss thunk.
‘Don’t remember … wait, yes I do.’ Hiss thunk.
‘Oh yeah, warrant.’ Hiss thunk.
‘The warrant … served, I think.’ Hiss thunk.
‘What’s that … he’s reaching … .’ Hiss thunk.
‘GUN!’ Hiss thunk.
‘Shots fired?’ Hiss thunk.
‘No, I don’t … wait … yes … shot fired … .’ Hiss thunk.
‘Where’s David?’ Hiss thunk.
‘He was standing over there.’ Hiss thunk.
‘Where am I?’ Hiss thunk.
‘Who the hell is talking?’ Hiss thunk.
‘Or are they?’ Hiss thunk.
‘Echo.’ Hiss thunk.
‘Wha … .’ Hiss thunk.
‘Can’t breathe.’ Hiss thunk.
Prompt: Resistance
“Don”
“Don”
‘Is there an echo? Where is that coming from?’
“Don, you have to relax. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
‘Wha? Not right … .’
“Don, come on, open you eyes. C’mon, you can do it, I know you can.”
‘I can’t breathe. Oh God, I’m dying. Not like this, not like this … .’
“DONNIE! Open your eyes now! Look at me. The nurse is trying to take the breathing tube out. C’mon Donnie, just open your eyes.”
‘Can’t … so tired … Dad … Charlie … .’
“He’s not making it easy. He needs to relax.”
“C’mon Don, you can do it.”
Prompt: Surface
“Don, that’s it. Good. Look at me. They’re going to take your breathing tube out. Okay? You need to just relax. That’s it.”
‘Dad, Charlie. What’s going on here. What’s this.’ Hiss thunk.
“Mr. Eppes, on the count of three, I want you to cough as hard as you can. Can you do that for me? Good.”
“Okay, one, two, three.”
“There, that’s it. It’s out. How are you feeling Mr. Eppes?”
“Hurt. Hurt all over.” Don’s voice was raspy, harsh, foreign.
“Donnie. Oh God, Thank you.” Alan was too choked up to say anything more.
“Welcome back, Bro.”
Pairing/Characters: Don, Alan, Charlie
Rating: PG
Summary: As the saying goes, it’s now or never. Sequel to Three Days.
Word Count: 3 x 100 words
Disclaimer: I do not own Numb3rs. They belong to Cheryl and Nick.
A/N: UnBetaed. All mistakes are mine.
Prompt: Conversation
‘God I hurt all over.’ Hiss thunk.
‘Ugh, what the hell happened to me?’ Hiss thunk.
‘Don’t remember … wait, yes I do.’ Hiss thunk.
‘Oh yeah, warrant.’ Hiss thunk.
‘The warrant … served, I think.’ Hiss thunk.
‘What’s that … he’s reaching … .’ Hiss thunk.
‘GUN!’ Hiss thunk.
‘Shots fired?’ Hiss thunk.
‘No, I don’t … wait … yes … shot fired … .’ Hiss thunk.
‘Where’s David?’ Hiss thunk.
‘He was standing over there.’ Hiss thunk.
‘Where am I?’ Hiss thunk.
‘Who the hell is talking?’ Hiss thunk.
‘Or are they?’ Hiss thunk.
‘Echo.’ Hiss thunk.
‘Wha … .’ Hiss thunk.
‘Can’t breathe.’ Hiss thunk.
Prompt: Resistance
“Don”
“Don”
‘Is there an echo? Where is that coming from?’
“Don, you have to relax. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
‘Wha? Not right … .’
“Don, come on, open you eyes. C’mon, you can do it, I know you can.”
‘I can’t breathe. Oh God, I’m dying. Not like this, not like this … .’
“DONNIE! Open your eyes now! Look at me. The nurse is trying to take the breathing tube out. C’mon Donnie, just open your eyes.”
‘Can’t … so tired … Dad … Charlie … .’
“He’s not making it easy. He needs to relax.”
“C’mon Don, you can do it.”
Prompt: Surface
“Don, that’s it. Good. Look at me. They’re going to take your breathing tube out. Okay? You need to just relax. That’s it.”
‘Dad, Charlie. What’s going on here. What’s this.’ Hiss thunk.
“Mr. Eppes, on the count of three, I want you to cough as hard as you can. Can you do that for me? Good.”
“Okay, one, two, three.”
“There, that’s it. It’s out. How are you feeling Mr. Eppes?”
“Hurt. Hurt all over.” Don’s voice was raspy, harsh, foreign.
“Donnie. Oh God, Thank you.” Alan was too choked up to say anything more.
“Welcome back, Bro.”