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The Visitor
By LovinFace
All she could hear were machines. The steady beeping of the heart monitor. The whooshing of the ventilator. She looked at the comatose man. His chest was swathed in gauze and tubes were connected at various parts of his body. He was still. So still. She reached out to push a curl off his forehead, pausing as it wrapped around her finger. Pulling her finger free, she traced the outline of his face. She recalled doing the same thing weeks ago as he lay sleeping in her bed. In that moment, she realized she missed him – his electric blue eyes, his crooked smile, his tender touch.
"Stop!"
Startled, she turned to face the source of the angry voice.
"Hutch. I just wanted to see how he was doing."
"He's dying."
She looked down at the lifeless form. "I miss him."
"He doesn't miss you."
She reached for Hutch's face. "I miss you too."
Hutch grabbed her wrists and pushed her out the door. "Don't come near him again."
"Oh, you wouldn't hurt a lady."
Closing the door in her face, he hissed "No, but you're no lady."
Returning to Starsky's side, Hutch watched through the window as Kira walked away.