Ray/Archie AU
Archie Kennedy hadn't thought it to be a particularly startling thing to be dying. Considering his life, it was more surprising that he hadn't died sooner. However, he had found it strange and rather irritatingly painful how slow the process was.
It was just as strange to not be dying. To suddenly go from wasting away from a gunshot wound and subsequent fever in a pathetic excuse for a bed to lying on what seemed to be a beach.
Archie blinked and looked up into the bright blue sky and back down at the white sand that surrounded him. He filled his hands full of sand. Then watched with mild confusion and considerable relief as all the grains ran through his fingers. He'd never thought he'd be so grateful for sand.
He smiled and laughed as he sat up. "Now this… This is a bit of good luck."
It was just as strange to not be dying. To suddenly go from wasting away from a gunshot wound and subsequent fever in a pathetic excuse for a bed to lying on what seemed to be a beach.
Archie blinked and looked up into the bright blue sky and back down at the white sand that surrounded him. He filled his hands full of sand. Then watched with mild confusion and considerable relief as all the grains ran through his fingers. He'd never thought he'd be so grateful for sand.
He smiled and laughed as he sat up. "Now this… This is a bit of good luck."