OK, so all of you know that last week was Super Bowl Sunday. That was why I didn't update. Well, it started at 6, but I was watching a marathon of The Dukes of Hazzard while waiting, and I didn't get a chance to update. I was going for the Patriots, and luckily they won. I was happy.

Chapter 20

Three days later, Hutch was back on the job. He only had nightmares once in a great while, and he was sleeping through the night. He'd only fallen asleep a couple times in the car while Starsky was driving. His head would be against the door frame. His hand still hurt sometimes, and in a month or two, he would get the cast off. Since it was his left hand, he could still do anything he needed to, since he was right handed.

Starsky sometimes worried about Hutch, seeing him fighting to stay awake and alert. He had gotten him to go home once or twice. Hutch would say he was fine, but Starsky saw different. He would argue with him until Hutch agreed to go home. Today though, was different. They had gotten a call of a drunk causing disturbance. Starsky and Hutch had responded to it, calling it in and going to the location. When they arrived, the drunk ran off.

Hutch already had a layer of sweat on his face for an unknown reason, but he got out and started after the drunk anyway. He was ahead of Starsky when his vision started swimming, him stumbling. Starsky was watching this, starting to worry about Hutch. Hutch's legs buckled under him and he went down, breathing heavily. Starsky immediately stopped and kneeled next to Hutch, forgetting about the drunk. He wiped the sweat off of Hutch's face. He had known Hutch wasn't ready for running, but he'd known Hutch would have argued with him, making the situation worse.

"Hutch?" he asked, nervously. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing heavily. "Hutch?" he asked again.

Hutch started groaning and started flailing his arms around. Starsky grabbed them and held them down.

"Take it easy, buddy." Starsky said. "I'm here."

Someone came running up behind him. "Is he alright?"

"Call an ambulance." was all he said.

"Got it."

Starsky turned back to Hutch. "Hey buddy. There's an ambulance comin' for ya."

"I don't want an ambulance. I'm fine." he mumbled, sitting up. His right arm was scratched from the elbow down from falling.

"You haven't saw yourself yet. You look terrible."

"I feel fine." he said. By now trying to get up.

"Stay right there, Hutch. You're just going to fall down again."

"No I won't. I'm fine." he said.

He got up unsteadily, his vision still fuzzy. Starsky followed close behind him in case he fell. When Hutch's legs started buckling again, Starsky caught him under the arms and hoisted him onto the hood of the Torino.

"Easy buddy. Take it easy. What happened, Hutch?" he asked.

"I don't know. My vision just went all weird, then...wait! What about the guy he was chasing? Did someone get him?" Hutch asked.

"No. I was worried about you. You aren't ready for running quite yet." Starsky replied. "Your arm OK?" he grabbed it lightly and turned it over and examined it. He grimaced at the scratches. He heard a siren in the distance.

"I'm fine, I don't need to go to the hospital." Hutch slurred.

"Says the once who just collapsed on the sidewalk." Starsky said.

So, this time, I'm not doing 2 chapters for missing last week (forgive me!) because I didn't have 2 written for posting 2. Sorry.