Death

Author: Ashley McCubbin

Characters: Jeff Gordon, Dale Earnhardt Jr., Martin Truex Jr.

POV: Dale Jr.

Series: Super G & Junebug

Rating: MA - Mature Young Adults

Written: June 25, 2006

Song: Never Will I Break by 3 Doors Down

I walk inside of Martin's motorcoach in Daytona followed by Jeff closely behind. Martin had invited us both over since he wanted someone to talk to. He wanted to climb his way out of his depression further.

"Martin!" I yell hoping for a response due to the quietness of the motorcoach. He is nowhere to be found. We slowly walk through looking in every place there is.

As I get closer to the bedsroom, a funny scent comes over me. The scent that something is wrong about this picture. I knock on the bedsroom door getting no response. This is the absolute last spot he could be. I slowly open the bedsroom door shocked at what I see.

There he is. Laying on the bed bleeding from both wrists on the clean white sheets. The blood pours out just like his tears would pull out. He did this himself. The pain got to be too much. He wanted it to end.

I run over to him beginning CPR praying he will be ok. I am not about to lose someone else in my life. I don't think I can handle that. Jeff soon joins me wraping Martin's wrists trying to stop the bleeding but I know there are things he can do to help at this point which are more important and probably could help out more.

"Go get some help." I yell. He runs out of the room. "Martin, don't do this to me!" Hot tears pour down my cheeks. I can no longer hold in these emotions.

What seems like forever, Jeff finally returns with some people to help us out. They come over to me as I continue CPR.

"Let us continue," the one pleads. "Let us help him." I back away full of fear not knowing what to do. Jeff stops me leading me to the bathroom, tears still rolling down my face. Jeff turns the tap on letting the water run.

"Let's wash the blood off your hands," He tells me. I let him wash the blood off my hands as I let the tears fall. Once it's all off, he washes my face off before pulling me closer into a hug. "Sssh it's going to be ok; Martin's going to be fine."

"Why Jeff?" I ask. "Why Martin out of anybody?" He looks me in the eyes shaking his head empty of answers.

"I don't know. Come on, let's go to the hospital and see him."

"Ok."

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We walk into the waiting room and up to the desk.

"Can I help you?" the nurse asks and Jeff clears his throat.

"May we see Martin Truex Jr.?" He asks. She checks her records. Come on, don't make me wait.

"Room number 126." I follow Jeff as he leads me there. We slowly walk in to see he's awake and his wrists are bandaged up. Whew, he's ok! I run over to him and hug him.

"Why did you do this Martin?" I beg to know. He looks into my eyes. I see a dark side in him, the same thing I saw the night we made love. Only that love could cure it but what could cure it now? I can't make the same move here in this hospital or for pete sakes, I'd never do it again. I wouldn't want to hurt Jeff again.

"It got to be too much," he replies. Just as I expected. "But why did you...why did you save me? Why couldn't you let me die like I wanted?" That I was not expecting. Ok, I've held this in too long. Time to let it all out without holding anything back. I take his hands and look at him straight in the eye letting him see the pain many can't see. Only he & Jeff can.

"Because I don't want to lose you Martin. I want to help you through this. Now believe in yourself and let me. That's all I ask." He looks down again from m yeyes. What is he thinking?

"I'll try." I smile. Finally I'm making some headway.

"That's all I ask."

THE END