More fic! Star Trek 09, Bones-centric. Ad partes dolentes.

[ninamonkey]

“Seal that wound! Right here -What? Then whatever you got!  Use sealant, gauze, or hell... use your goddamn shirt! I don’t care what the hell you use, as long as-“

More screams, shouts. Flaming debris and shrapnel. The man next to him is suddenly missing half his torso, and the floors are slick with his blood. People he’d trained with, laughed

Comments

[minttown1]

Aw, I really like this. You have the characters' voices down really well.

[ninamonkey]

:D Thank you! They started talking in my head, and they had to have a voice. I'm glad you liked the fic. :)