"Starsky!"
"I'm right here, babe. It's okay. You're okay."
"Diana-"
"It's over. All over. We're at the hospital."
Hutch nodded, heartbeat racing under Starsky's soothing hand. Too weak to even doubt.
Starsky rested his head beside Hutch's, the veneer of composure sliding away like oil on water. "This is all my fault. She even destroyed your house, your guitar..." He choked, an arm flying around Hutch. Confirming that he was still there. "I'm so sorry, partner."
Overwhelmed, he started pulling away, when a hand brushed his.
"Don't leave." Hutch breathed shakily.
You didn't get much more forgiveness than that.
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