Massive damage. That's what the doctor had said, didn't he? How could any person survive that?
Hutch sat silently beside Starsky's bed, afraid to touch him. He looked so fragile lying there, so deathly pale and still.
"I would have taken the bullets for you. I didn't watch your back. Starsk, I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. If you live through this, I'll buy you all the burritos you can eat, forever. Please don't leave me all alone."
Hutch sighed and ran his hands through his tousled blond hair. Once again he was keeping vigil while his friend battled death.