Hello, everybody out other! I'm new here and, therefore, a few prefatory words. Because English is not my first language, I ask for forbearance because of some spelling or grammar mistakes! I try to make amends! For over 30 years I love the series Starsky & Hutch, and since I have found this great FanFic, I'm one eager reader of these fantastic stories. Now I have tried to write one, so please be mercy, it's my first one! So first I need a lot of feedbacks and second I urgently need a beta reader! So, I hope you like the history!
THIS IS NOT A DEATH STORY!
Someone is watching over you
Prologue
"He's dying…"
No, that can't be true!
"He's dying…"
It's a LIE!
"He's dying…"
'He's strong, I know it. He never would do this… He's my best friend… Oh God I'm so tired…'
He was sitting in an uncomfortable wheelchair, one elbow propped on his right tight and his face in his hand. His head hurts; he could feel the deep gash over his left eyebrow, the now dried blood on his cheek. His badly broken left leg throbbed and pounded like hell, it rested outstretched on a footrest of the wheel chair, immobilized by splint reached up from the tiptoes to his thigh.
'God I'm so damn tired'
"I'm so sorry, but he's dying"
Over and over again he heard these words like a sledgehammer in his brain. He didn't know what to do, he felt like crying but there were no more tears in his eyes, he felt like laughing at the absurd words, but there was a deep knot in his gut telling him it might be truth.
He was so scared. Never ever in his live he had felt so lonely and scared. It was like spider climbing up his heart. Nobody would be there to tough him, to rest a hand on his shoulder, to tell him that everything was going to be all right or simply to laugh with him.
Nobody was there.
He was alone.
He fought back his tears, pressed his palms against his eyes, took a deep sob and closed his eyes.
He began to shiver uncontrollable.
Then he heard himself crying. For the first time in 24 hours he allowed himself to be weak. He heard himself sob as the tears ran down his cheeks and neck but he didn't care.
He couldn't care less!
"He's dying…"
These three words were bouncing in his head like bowls.
'No, no, no that can't be true…'
He leaned back on the chair and stared into space, his breathing discontinued with sober. He didn't know how long his was sitting in this chair, minutes, hours? Feeling his back it might be days. He began to shiver again, but this time not for crying but for feeling so cold. Somebody had given him a blanket which lay now over his shoulder. But it didn't worm him up.
He needed someone to hug him like a small child who lost its parents in an overcrowded shopping mail or had a nightmare.
A nightmare.
Yes, this whole day was a terrible nightmare and he would wake up in just a few minutes and everything would be all right.
But he knew that he wouldn't wake up.
He knew that he still would be sitting in this damn chair in this damn room and would be hearing somebody say those damn words over and over again.
"Sorry, but he's dying…"
And he couldn't do anything about it.
Because he knew it was the truth.
With unseeing eyes he stared back at the door, hoping somebody would come giving him the missing comfort of a human being. Suddenly he realised what the words would mean to him.
Nobody would ever be there to laugh with him, play games with him, gave him a hug when something felt terrible wrong or to cry with him.
Like now.
He wouldn't be there, he, his best friend and partner, he, the only one in this crazy world who meant something to him. He, who was more of a brother than his own flesh and blood.
Like twins.
His other half, his soul.
He wouldn't be there anymore.
His eyes were burning with tears now, a piercing cry burst out of him, more like a wounded animal than human. He rested his head in his arm and wept.
Suddenly he felt cool fingers on his neck and a hand touching his back. He heard a softly speaking voice soothing and whispering words of comfort in his ear.
When he looked up he saw two deep-brown eyes meeting his. Two tear-stained, sorrowful eyes were looking at him and a hand softly touched his head, wiped away his tears with the thumb.
Now he knew that he wouldn't be alone any more.
Maybe now there was somebody who was watching over him.