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.