Disclaimer: I do not own Midsomer Murders!!
It is absolutely amazing how things can change in a heartbeat, and how quickly your world can shatter around you. This is one of those times. No. My whole life is an example of said times. But this…This has left me breathless.
I stared wordlessly at my uncle, DS Ben Jones, without really looking at him. My mind was elsewhere, though my eyes focused tiredly on his unmoving body in the hospital bed. He had various little cuts and bruises all over his face, but that's not what worried me. I allowed a heavy sigh to pass my lips, and I laid my head down next to his on the pillow.
His eyebrows twitched, and a soft, low groan emitted from the base of his throat. He'd been doing little things like that for days, but not once had he woken. I sighed again, allowing some of my pain and worry to lace into it.
"It's alright, Uncle. You're going to be fine. I won't let anyone hurt you…not again."
My fingers crept along the pillow until they reached his left cheek, of which I caressed, until his whimpering stopped. How did this all happen? I wondered. I'm certain Barnaby would like to know, along with Ben's friends from when he was a constable. As I grasped his hand and closed my eyes, my mind wandered to where all of this began.
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