((since I always use it to deal with things like this, fix it fic. spoilers for 3x13 under the cut))
It seems to be happening to him a lot lately.
The shots land and he lies on the concrete for a while thinking this just might be it for him. Max is far too distracted by Mike’s state to be paying him any attention.
He thinks about feeling the knife twist through tissue and bone and wonders if Mike felt it when he severed his spinal cord. He might not be dead but he might not ever walk again either. Good. Let him live. Let him suffer for everything he’s done to their family.
The voice in his head is quiet. It’d be much easier to stay down.
“Get off your ass and get out of here.” Luke is more insistent this time.
“I can’t.” He might say that out loud. One of the bullets strayed and hit his leg. It might not take the weight.
“Yes you can. Don’t let him win.”
Mark sits up, feels like his body is on fire but there’s adrenaline coursing through his veins and he’s going to push through this. He stumbles away from the garage. He thinks he hears Max scramble for a gun behind him but he’s gone before she manages to get it.
“There you go little brother. You got this. We haven’t played out our hand.”
He’s fading around the edges and those steps he takes to the car may very well be his last. The door opens for him and he climbs inside, tentatively, body still aching. As he sits down he unzips his jacket, reveals the vest and blood packs. Getting shot still hurts like hell though.
The driver leans over and puts a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in so they are forehead to forehead. “You did so good Mark. We’ll get you fixed up.” Mark stares into blue eyes that match his own.
Luke stares back at him grinning. “Let’s get back to the house.” Mark nods, and Luke can’t resist leaning in for a quick kiss before he pulls away from the curb, speeding away from the sound of approaching sirens.
“This is perfect. Now they think we’re both dead.” Mark manages a smile. Luke looks over at him, eyes flashing in the passing streetlights.
“They’ll never see a ghost coming.” Luke laughs and Mark sits back and let’s his eyes fall closed.
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