Sunday: Heartbeat
Feb. 23rd, 2011 08:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetastic"I’m terrified that I can’t fix this. That this is just who I am."--Olivia Dunham, Fringe
Peter was stretched out on the bed with his eyes fixed blankly on the ceiling. A hand rested limply on his chest. Though he rested there for a long time his chest never moved. Peter didn’t need to breathe. But he didn’t miss that nearly as much as his heartbeat.
How it used to lurch when he felt fear. How he felt a pluck when he was concerned. The nervous flutter. And most of all, the leaps and bounds of excitement. Peter tried tapping out a rhythm but it wasn’t the same. Not by a long shot.
Peter used to have so many powers at his fingertips. The whole reason he chose this was to get some of that power back. But that power came at such a terrible price.
He thought of Claire, of her ability to heal from any wound. Could her ability help him now? If Peter had her blood, would he come back to life? The hope was there. But could he even absorb abilities anymore? He hadn’t tried since this happened.
“Please,” he whispered to the ceiling. He tapped out a rhythm on his chest. The beat he remembered as one of hope.
Peter was stretched out on the bed with his eyes fixed blankly on the ceiling. A hand rested limply on his chest. Though he rested there for a long time his chest never moved. Peter didn’t need to breathe. But he didn’t miss that nearly as much as his heartbeat.
How it used to lurch when he felt fear. How he felt a pluck when he was concerned. The nervous flutter. And most of all, the leaps and bounds of excitement. Peter tried tapping out a rhythm but it wasn’t the same. Not by a long shot.
Peter used to have so many powers at his fingertips. The whole reason he chose this was to get some of that power back. But that power came at such a terrible price.
He thought of Claire, of her ability to heal from any wound. Could her ability help him now? If Peter had her blood, would he come back to life? The hope was there. But could he even absorb abilities anymore? He hadn’t tried since this happened.
“Please,” he whispered to the ceiling. He tapped out a rhythm on his chest. The beat he remembered as one of hope.