H50 drabble

Drabble written for the 1_million_words word of the day prompt: Red.

Proof of life

There's blood, so much blood, it's everywhere, spattered wide across the walls and pooling dark on the floor, sticky red smearing the concrete where Steve had dragged himself inch by agonizing inch across the floor to Danny to shake him into consciousness and make him move, make him get up and get out and call for backup before the gunmen came back to finish what they'd started. So much blood, too much, and Danny drops to his knees and empties the contents of his stomach onto the bloody floor, because how much blood can one man lose and still live?

H50 drabble

Drabble written for the 1_million_words word of the day prompt: Green. Follows on from Proof of life.

A time to die

Three a.m. is the Devil's hour, the time when body and soul are at their lowest ebb, when death is most likely to occur. Danny wakes just after three, neck stiff and knee aching, and Steve's still with him. There's no noise except for a faint electronic hum and the soft, rhythmic hiss of the ventilator, and the lights are dim, augmented only by the green glow of the monitors. Danny shifts in his chair, grateful beyond words to be here, and wills Steve to live. If he can make it through the Devil's hour then he has a chance.

H50 drabble

Drabble written for the 1_million_words word of the day prompt: Blue. Follows on from A time to die.

Dressing to impress

Danny checks himself in the mirror one last time, like he does every day. Pants crisply pressed; loafers freshly shone; shirt smartly buttoned... yesterday he wore the yellow shirt, the butter-soft color fresh to the eye, but today it's the blue shirt, bright as a piece of Hawaiian sky made cloth. It brings out the color of his eyes, or so he's been told. He briefly contemplates a tie but decides against it; he's noticed the way Steve's eyes linger on his unbuttoned throat, and it's Steve he's dressing for, because today might be the day that Steve wakes up.