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Challenge 854 - Facing the end
Title: Facing the end
Character: Tosh
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 854 - Afraid at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Tosh thought of everything except for one thing. A double drabble.
Tosh was dying. She knew it even though she was certainly no doctor. The gunshot wound to her stomach wouldn’t stop bleeding and the pain, even after painkillers, was so bad that she almost couldn’t feel it anymore. Yet she didn’t feel afraid. She’d known that her job was inherently dangerous and she’d accepted long ago that one day it was going to kill her.
She’d even set up protocols for just such an event, unbeknownst to Jack. She needed to know that even when she was gone, that everything she’d done would be worth something, and that the team would be able to go on without her and all her technical expertise. She’d even gone so far as to record her own farewells to each of them. She could never know if in the final minutes of her life that they’d be there to hear it from her directly, or if she’d be physically capable of conveying the words. That was just her inherent nature – organised with a backup plan.
There was no backup plan for dying though. No way to pull herself out of the trouble she was in. Her only fear was that she was dying alone.
Tosh was dying. She knew it even though she was certainly no doctor. The gunshot wound to her stomach wouldn’t stop bleeding and the pain, even after painkillers, was so bad that she almost couldn’t feel it anymore. Yet she didn’t feel afraid. She’d known that her job was inherently dangerous and she’d accepted long ago that one day it was going to kill her.
She’d even set up protocols for just such an event, unbeknownst to Jack. She needed to know that even when she was gone, that everything she’d done would be worth something, and that the team would be able to go on without her and all her technical expertise. She’d even gone so far as to record her own farewells to each of them. She could never know if in the final minutes of her life that they’d be there to hear it from her directly, or if she’d be physically capable of conveying the words. That was just her inherent nature – organised with a backup plan.
There was no backup plan for dying though. No way to pull herself out of the trouble she was in. Her only fear was that she was dying alone.
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