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Note: This started out as a drabble, but now it's a double-drabble - 200 words. Well. as usual I'm NOT to blame. Blame my sleep-deprived mind for this!
Thanks to Elaine for the quick and neat beta-reading.
The Sentinel
-- Untitled Double Drabble --
"Jim, how are you?"
"I don't know. Worried. She's been in surgery for 5 hours now. It doesn't look good."
"She'll make it, I'm sure. She's very strong, and together we'll get through this."
"I hope so. We've been through so many things, I just don't want to lose her."
"You won't lose her. Not now. She's old, but strong." Blair placed a hand reassuringly on Jim's shoulder.
"Yeah. I'm so glad I caught the guy who did this to her. I wonder what part of "don't drink and drive" he didn't understand. If he'd taken the bus that night, she wouldn't be here. She would be safe and sound at home."
"I think the Doc's coming."
Jim rose from his chair.
"How is she?" Jim asked the man who was heading towards them.
"She made it."
"Thank God! I thought I'd lost her!"
"You can drive home with her right now."
"See, Jim? I knew she'd make it!" Blair said enthusiastically.
"Now come on and let's see how Sweetheart's doing. She may be old, but there's nothing better than a '69 Ford F150 pickup!"
Together they climbed into Jim's beloved truck and drove home, Santana playing on the radio.
THE END
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