K-9
Summary: Lassiter thinks of his lost partner.
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Don't own Psych nor its characters.
As much as Lassiter hated to admit it, he was no use to the situation. Instead of shouldering a rescue pack and tramping off into the woods like so many others, he remained dutifully sitting on the ambulance gurney, leg elevated.
He refused to look at the preliminarily wrapped appendage. The blood would have soaked through the gauze already, and though he could no longer feel the pain due to the pain medication they had injected, he knew he was in bad shape. But he still refused to leave until his companion had returned.
Lassiter heard the excited barking of one of the K-9 units in the distance. They had found the trail at last, and for that he was glad. He knew that she could not have survived the plunge into the deep, cavernous sinkhole. She had not been as lucky as he to land on a ragged shelf, not been lucky enough to be able to climb out and go for help.
He'd heard the splash far below, knew the sound of rushing water had carried her away from him. But they'd find her, at least.
And that was the thought that sent Lassiter into an exhausted sleep.