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There were so many ways to die, from the quickest death to the longest and most painful. And when darkness consumed his mind at night, preventing him from sleeping, Gavin Reed had already thought about how he would die. In his work, he bordered on death every day, and he already had imagined dying by taking a bullet during his service, a heroic gesture that would have earned him a posthumous medal. Or something less heroic like a car accident. Or, he would never tell anyone, Gavin had already thought about ending his life many times, he had even tried once.
But he never thought he was going to die locked in a car trunk. The trunk was not big enough to let him lie down correctly and stank of sweat and old socks. His brain was muddled, he couldn't remember what he could have done to end up in this situation, his arms were tied behind his back and at his feet to prevent him from moving, a gag prevented him from speaking.
Gavin didn't know how long he had been there or how long it would take before he died, but as he felt the blood pouring from his temple, he knew he was going to die because no one cared enough to noticed that he was missing or mourn him if he died of dehydration, lack of oxygen or loss of blood.
The detective tried to move but the restraints bit his skin and he cursed in pain and frustration. It took several more tries before he gave up.
Gavin ended up resting his head against the metal trunk and tried to breathe despite the gag that kept him from breathing properly. His head was pounding and he decided to rest for now, not like he could get very far.
As he fell asleep he thought about all the people who could report his disappearance but thinking about it hurt him because no one would come. His parents only called him when they needed him to withdraw their tickets, maybe Tina would be worried he hadn't come to work and again… Same with Chris. And Gavin had destroyed what little relationship he had with Hank years ago. Maybe Connor will realize it, but the detective wasn't betting on the robot to find him, not after how he'd treated him for the past eight months. It won't be his current boyfriend who could care about his fate. No, the older man will tire of waiting for it in a day or two, and shrug his shoulders before going to a bar to find someone else to warm his bed. The only thing Gavin hoped for was someone to take care of his cats after he died.
Eventually, as his breathing becomes choppy and tears of anger rolled down his cheeks, he fell asleep and his injured brain gave him hope that, maybe, Elijah would come and save him.