Author : Aegis
Fandom : Black Hawk Down
Title : Fiath
Characters: Sgt. 'Hoot'
Gibson, Sgt. Lorenzo
Ruiz
Requested Line: "Don't you talk to me like that!", requested by cygny
It was
Monday.
As he had
said to Eversman, a new week was beginning... A new week which should be a
sign of renewal, of optimism... but not of death.
How many
of them had they lost?
He didn’t
know exectaly, but there were far more than he had first thought... far more
that there should have been.
Segent
Hoot Gibson was now walking in the sick bay without even knowing why. Because
seeing all these soldiers’ faces was the last thing he wanted to do... Some
were still breathing, the regular rise and fall of the chests being the only
thing indicating that they were indeed alive.
And there
were so much blood.
A small
noise drew his attention to his left, and he saw the small object that had just
fallen on the ground. A cross. Tiny but very well shaped, the silver
having being worked on with great dexterity. He took the object in his callused
hand, still red red with blood which was not his, and started contemplating at
it.
He never
was one to believe in God. Well he did believe in a supreme conscience
somewhere up there, but never found a religion which attracted him... never
searched either.
He
suddenly felt a hand on his wrist and nearly jumped at the contact. The whole
thing was really getting on his nerves. He wouldn’t have usually reacted like
that.
He met a
pair of brown eyes, heavy with exhaustion, and if the man wasn’t looking at
him, Hoot would have tought he was dead... it probably wouldn’t take a long
time before he was proven right.
He put
the little cross in the man’s hand, a little taken aback by the whole
situation.
“Sorry,
guess this is yours...”
The young
man on the bed said nothing, and Hoot doubt he had even the strenght to do so.
He thought about leaving, but found he couldn’t. Not yet.
“God is
watching us and He will welcome those who die in his house...”
Didn’t
know where that came from, nor did he really believe the words he’s just said,
but he thought that could actually help the man.
“Don’t
you talk to me like that !”
Hoot
watched the ranger with a surprise he couldn’t hide. The words were clear even
if the man could only whisper them.
“Don’t
talk to me as if I’m about to die... I won’t.”
But he
was and they both knew it.
“I’ll keep
fighting...” the ranger’s voice was getting weaker and weaker, and Hoot
suddenly thought that he was going to die alone.
The doctors had given up hope on him, and had to left the man here to work on
other patients, and nobody would ever know his last thoughts, would ease his
fears, and be there simply...
And so he
stayed.