by: Karen B.

Hutch held his breath, never taking his eyes off his sleeping partner. Slowly he shifted on the wooden chair, hoping it wouldn't creak, as he rose to stand.

"Hu-Hutch." Starsky's throat clogged with pain, his voice drowsy from sedation.

"I'm still here," Hutch said, letting out the breath he'd been holding.

Starsky peeked open his eyes, sending Hutch a small smile. "Stay," he implored. "Okay?"

Hutch sighed. "Okay, buddy." He leaned over. "But if I do--" Hutch heard the chair creak as he sat back down. "You have to sleep. Deal?"

"Such a deal," Starsky said, his eyes drooping shut.

The End

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