1979
Starsky lay in his bed, as he stared at the shadows, that danced on the walls. Hutch was determined to get his partner to the doctor tomorrow, and also talk to a new informant.
She wanted Hutch to come to her apartment. The woman had information on the car that hit Starsky a year ago.
X. X
Hutch was up early, he made his shake, and went jogging. In the meantime Starsky got in the shower. The warm water hit his face, and wet his dark curls. He held his head down just letting the water run down.
Starsky thought, my head doesn't even feel like my own anymore, when would it end. Starsky got out of the shower wrapped a towel around his waist, it had been a year ago to the date. The detective had the wreck.
Hutch came back from his jog, and stepped in their apartment and yelled." Time to get up Buddy." The brunet came with a towel around his shoulders. His hair dripped on his jeans, his cobalt eyes cast down.
Hutch tried to stay positive. "Ah come on Starsk it's not that bad, give this doctor a chance."
Hutch could feel Starsky's pain, with a heavy heart he walked toward the shower.
After his shower Hutch grabbed light green cargo pant and a green and white flannel shirt.
Starsky sat on the sofa, as he worked a crossword puzzle.
Hutch entered the livingroom. "That's good, work your brain Starsk."
Starsky took the crossword and tossed it on the table. "Not when you can't do it anymore."
Inside Hutch felt edgy, but on the outside he remained upbeat. "Let's go to your appointment. We don't want to be late. Dr. Yang is the top in her field Starsk."
X. Xxx
They pulled in the drive and parked. Starsky breathed in deep, "Let's get this over with." They made it up to the door, Starsky noticed his reflection stared back at him. "I still look the same."
Hutch touched Starsky on the shoulder. "Of course you do, Buddy."
They both walked in and sat down. Hutch picked up a magazine, as Starsky leaned back to rest his head.
After a while, the door opened, a nurse called Starsky's name. The curly haired detective approached her.
The nurse had brown hair and was very petite, she gazed passed Starsky. Her eyes found Hutch. The nurse ask. "Are you Hutchinson? Dr Yang would like you to come also."
Hutch thought, she's attractive, but no he would never date a nurse again, not after.....
Hutch's thoughts abruptly ended, they were at the examining room.They stopped, the nurse moved her hand toward the open door. "You can both sit down, Dr. Yang will be with you shortly."
Hutch could not help gaze at the nurses beautiful green eyes as they melted into his. The blond detective quickly closed the door.
Starsky turned his head to the side. "Well if they call that art." A humerus feature came across Hutch's face. "That right there, is what they call modern art."
The door opened, in walked a small asian woman about five feet tall. Dark hair with gray threaded through. She had on dark rimmed glasses, as she smile at Starsky.
Starsky felt warm inside, and comfortable. His nerves seemed the settle down.
They both stood up, as the doctor introduced herself. Hutch put his hand out. "Ken Hutchinson and this is my partner David Starsky. Dr. Yang motioned for them to sat down.
They both sat on a comfortable couch, as Dr. Yang studied a chart. "Mr. Starsky, tell me what you are experiencing in your head."
Dr. Yang did not sat at her desk, rather a comfortable chair right across from Starsky and Hutch.
This made Starsky feel more at ease. "Well, lately doc. I mean Dr. Yang, I seem to have confusion and its gotten worse, I'm also having trouble sleeping."
Hutch remarked, "My partner has not been sleeping good for the passed year."
With the chart still in Dr. Yang's hand, she let it drop to her side. "You were in a car wreck a year ago and had surgery to remove a piece of glass from your head. Please may I see."
She examined Starsky's head, as she pushed his hair back from his forehead. "Yes this was a bad wound, but healed very nicely."
Dr. Yang, wrote on the chart still clinched in her hand. "What we're your symptoms after the wreck?"
Starsky appeared blank, Hutch eyed Starsky, then Dr. Yang. "If you don't mind Dr. Yang I can help."
Hutch, thought back. "Dizziness, memory loss, confusion, and pain, but after two months he seemed to be getting better."
The blond detective raised his arms. "Then a few weeks ago, Starsky got worse again. The doctor at the hospital prescribed pain meds."
Starsky handed the doctor an empty prescription bottle. He remarked, "I'm not taking this anymore. Am I Hutch?"
"Starsky only took that for two months, after the wreck." Hutch explained.
Dr. Yang took the bottle, "This is a good medication for pain."
Hutch continued. "The doctor offered meds for the dizziness and confusion, but he did not want to take anymore meds. I can't say I blame him."
Dr. Yang smiled. "This is good, now we will not have to wean you down from medications. We also now know his problems are not side effects from medications."
Dr. Yang stated. "The x rays of your brain appeared normal."
Starsky ask. "Then what's wrong with me doc? Maybe I'm just going crazy."
Dr Yang pointed out. "None that we can see, just because the human eye cannot see it, does not mean it does not exist. I do not want you driving at all. This was a very traumatic experience. The brain is telling Mr. Starsky it can not heal from this, at this point his brain does not want to."
She continued. "There are several natural herbal remedies we can use to help you sleep. The brain is very complex, we are still trying to understand. I am part of a group of scientists, we are studying the brain further hoping to find answers."
Starsky stood up and walked over to the window. Dr. Yang continued. "I could give you a prescription, but that would keep masking the true problem."
Starsky remarked. "No pills." as he sat back down. When can I go back to work?"
Dr. Yang spoke firmly. "You must heal first."
She handed him a small paper book. "I want you to work on the first chapter everyday. Once a day, then come back next week."
Starsky ask. "What good will this do?"
Dr. Yang grabbed Starsky's hand. "We will talk next week."
Dr. Yang smilled softly toward Hutch "Help your friend with this book. No more then once a day for now. Follow every instruction."
Hutch remarked. "Absolutely."
Hutch stood up and shook Dr. Yang's hand. "Thank you doctor."
Starsky shook her hand, Dr. Yang. held his hand tightly. Coffee colored eyes mingled with his colbalts. "Trust me Mr. Starsky, I have seen this before, and I have had success, with this treatment."
She let go of his hand. "If you have any questions please feel free to call my office."
Starsky forced a smiled. "Thanks doc, I mean Dr. Yang." She nodded as they left.
They stopped at the desk, and made the appointment. The receptionist handed Starsky a card, he held the card in his hand and just stared at it.
Hutch held his hand out "Here we'll put this in my wallet Starsk.
They made it to the car.
Hutch knew Starsky was confused and frustrated. "Hey Starsk how about we go after I get off work, to Huggy's. You can get that greasy hamburger you like so much."
Starsky leaned back, not a word left his mouth. They both were silent, as Hutch drove to the Dobey's house. Hutch thought it best this way, he left Starsky alone with his thoughts, about Dr. Yang's advice.
X. X
Hutch pulled into the Dobey's drivway. Mrs. Dobey seemed very cheerful. "Well I have lunch all ready for you boys."
Hutch checked his watch. "I can't stay, I'm sorry. I have an appointment I have to keep."
Mrs. Dobey turned toward the kitchen. "Stay right there." She came back with a paper bag. "Here is a sandwich, tuna fish, and kale"
Hutch hugged Mrs Dobey.
She took Starsky's hand. "Don't you worry David, I have a nice salami sandwich waiting for you."
The blond detective pointed his finger at Starsky. "I'll see you after work." Hutch walked to his car and got in, he took a bite of the sandwich, as he thought, Mrs Dobey knew his stomach, he started his car and pulled out.
The detective drove and ate his sandwich, while deep in thought. Without Starsky he couldn't do the bad cop good cop routine. In case the informant decided not to talk, this may be more difficult...