Don't Make Me Go

There was nothing. He felt nothing, no hurt, no pain, nothing. He was supposed to be feeling something, wasn't he? Everything was numb. It felt like he was flying. But he didn't like to fly, he had never liked it. He had even taken a boat to get to the best place he had ever known. But here he was feeling like he was flying.

He was scared, so scared. He wanted to be strong like the man supposedly applying pressure to the hole in his chest, but he couldn't feel it. That was what scared him. That and he was afraid of having to leave. Afraid of being abandoned. Afraid of abandoning his friends.

He didn't want to go. He stared at his mentor, his teacher, his friend. She had a lone tear trickling down he cheek. He pleaded with her, "Don't make me go. Please, don't make me go."

She said something, but he didn't hear. He was getting tired, oh so very tired. He closed his eyes, but a sharp voice spoke to him and he reopened them. They were staring at him, his mentor and her partner.

A new wave of terror swept through him and he began to plead again. "Please, please don't make me go. I don't wanna go." She spoke again, but like the last time he did not hear her. The numbness was becoming more apparent and all he wanted to do was sleep. But he couldn't bring himself to close his eyes. So he continued to stare at her, his teacher, his research partner, his boss, as he pleaded once more. "Don't makes go." She told him that he could stay, that they didn't want him to go, but it was too late. Mr. Vincent Nigel Murrey was already gone.

*A/N:I loved Mr. Nigel-Murrey and was extremely depressed about him being killed, I literally cried. Review and let me know what you think about either the fic or the awesome English intern. Thanks for reading!