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Tim didn’t know dying could hurt so much.
In the movies it seemed so easy for the hero to say their final words, and close their eyes for a peaceful end. It never seemed to take long for them to go, people always seemed to be able to hold on long enough for their love one to say goodbye. He lost too many people in his life to know that wasn’t true, he never got to be there for their last moments.
He thought that this time it would be different, since he made the choice to take the hit for Jason. His parents were taken by surprise, they didn’t have time like he did. He was ready to say his final words (words he wished he got to hear from his parents). But, he could barely open his mouth to cry out in pain, and his lungs were burning with each breath he continued to take.
Not to mention, the intense pressure of hands pushing against his wound was making it really hard for him to concentrate, the pain overcoming his need to voice his thoughts. Of course Jason refused to let him fade away, yelling curse after curse any time he closed his eyes. Through blurry vision he could make out an angry, tear streaked face, and wished that he felt guilty for being the cause of it.
He was frustrated that the words racing through his mind couldn’t be said out loud. His vision was getting darker and finally the pain was starting to lessen. He refused to go down without saying something though, wanting to at least leave his brother with something. It sucked being on the other side, having no real closure.
He lifted his hand barely able to rest it on top of Jason’s, slowly using his index finger to trace letters one by one.
N (He closed his eyes, and hopes he can finish but it’s getting harder to hold on).
O (The pain is gone.)
T (He can still hear something, what are they saying?)
S (Is it a name?)
O (His name?)
R (They sound so sad.)
The tracing stops.