Title: Whisper and Whine
Author: MelWil
Rating: G
Fandom: West Wing
Disclaimer: Not mine
Archive: At Teanna’s Sound Site
Feedback: Welcome - lina_wilson@hotmail.com
Author’s Note: A little post shooting Josh story incorporating sound.

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The sirens remain.

Sirens running continuous circuits of his head, round and round like a merry-go-round he can’t stumble off.

Sirens that echo a hundred different noises in a god awful symphony.

The wail. The whine. The whisper. The scream.

While his vision faded his ears continued to function with stinging clarity. He could hear the shouts of worried people, voices rising to a wrought squeal. He could hear the bustling of a thousand or so Secret Service agents, making desperate decisions about what to do next.

Most of all he heard sirens.

And they never stopped completely.

Occasionally, on a good day, the sirens dull a little. They muffle and muddle and exist in some back chamber of his mind. He lives on those days.

It’s the other days, the bad days, that he is thrown to the ground by the sirens. They invade his eyes, his nose, the tips of his fingers. They rest on the edge of his tongue. He cannot exist separate from sirens. He cannot exist.

And there’s not a thing he can do to banish the sirens from his mind.