THE PROFESSIONALS ~ Ray Doyle ~ Stand Tall and Fall

"I don't know if you're there. I don't know if you can hear - or if you'll listen to the likes of me. To be honest, I don't even know if I believe in you... but I've no-one else to turn to, so you'll have to forgive me for trusting to faith - even if I have little in the way of belief. Just one thing I need to ask of you, just one, then I'll go. Not for me, you understand - but for someone else, for a man I know. A good man, an honest man - a dying man. He took on a task, even though the odds were stacked too high against him; little chance of success - but he did it all the same. He went in alone; got a hypodermic full of poison in his back. The ones who did it... they left him there, face down on the ground, before they pissed off back to whichever rock they crawled from under. So... that's why I'm here. That's why I'm asking, that's why I'm begging... Because the Doctors don't give him any hope, they say he's done for, they say he's dying - but they don't know him like I do. They don't understand how strong he is. That he has the guts and heart of a fighter. All the same... if you could see your way clear to lending him a hand; keep him from falling, one last time - like they say he's going to... He's in the hospital, just a few miles from your Cathedral here. Bloody big, grey building it is. Room three-thirteen. You can't miss him; he's the one who looks like the frikkin' sky's fallen on him. His name's, Doyle. Ray Doyle. Christ... I'd be obliged to you." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Purely fanvid. Non-profit. I OWN NOTHING. Just my thoughts, imagination, and my own words.