F is for Fumble
Cougar sat with his head in his hands as the heart monitor hooked up to the scruffy blonde in the hospital bed beside him beeped steadily. He jumped out of his skin when Jensen groaned.
"Cougs?" he mumbled.
Cougar damn near fell over. "Jake," he said, relieved.
"Hey," Jensen said, brandishing a finger at him weakly, "If I can't call you Carlos, you can't call me Jake."
Cougar smiled before he inched his chair closer and took Jensen's hand, holding it to his face.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, "I'm so sorry. I had the shot. I had the shot, but..."
"I know, Cougar. It's not your fault. You've still saved my ass more times than I can count. I'm not dead, right?" Jensen said soothingly. "Don't beat yourself up. I'm still here."
"Right," Cougar replied, "Right."