Blood

There was blood everywhere. He was surrounded by it.

The sticky feel of it on his hands.

The sharp smell of it filled his nose.

The metallic taste of it in his mouth from his attempt at CPR.

The silence when the faltering heart stopped pumping it echoed in his ears.

The sight of it pooling around the body at his feet was filling his vision.

His world was filled with blood and he was loosing himself in its assault on his senses.

The touch of familiar hands on his back registered.

The familiar smell of old books and natural herbs chased away the smell of death in the air.

The sounds of a steady heartbeat and quiet voice filled the silence.

The salty taste of tears falling on his face.

The sight of familiar blue eyes and curly long hair filled his vision as he opened his eyes.

The blood was still there.

It's overwhelming presence was muted by the familiar presence of his anchor, his partner, his friend, his brother, his Guide.

"Blair."