Pairing/characters: Cutter, Connor
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them.
Word count: approx 215
Summary: It wasn’t his fault.
AN: Written for the short fic challenge 3 at cutters_lab, for the prompts Nick, Connor and prehistoric creature. I missed the deadline, but decided to write it anyway.
The rhythmic beeping sounded louder than it actually was in the quiet semi-darkness of the ICU. Nick shifted again, trying to find a comfortable position without putting pressure on any of his numerous cuts and bruises.
He was glad the others had finally gone, however reluctantly. He wanted to be alone. He had had enough of their accusing looks; the glares that said in no uncertain terms that they thought this was his fault, even while they were undoubtedly relieved that he was alive.
It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t even the creature’s fault. Surely they had to see that?
The triceratops was just a confused animal, it didn’t mean to hurt anyone. It was lost and alone and frightened. It didn’t know that they hadn’t wanted to hurt it, that they were trying to help. It couldn’t possibly understand that right up until the last second Nick had been telling his people not to shoot it. No one could have predicted that it would have lashed out like that.
It didn’t deserve to die.
Nick shifted again and reached out to touch his young friend, lying motionless amidst the machines that were keeping him alive.
He could only hope that Connor would understand all that when he woke up.
If he woke up.