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Feb. 14th, 2007 09:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lolabobsFirst: I joined in the
Hutch looked at the tiny, beading spots of blood and his eyes filled with ridiculous tears. The short, sharp sting had startled him back into awareness, back from his dazed state.
“Let me see.”
He felt his hand being grasped, but snatched it back.
“It’s okay; just a paper cut.”
He sucked his finger, tasted the coppery tang on his tongue and blinked away more of the stupid tears.
“It’s just a paper cut.” he said again; more to hear his voice than because it needed to be said.
“Hutch…”
He ignored the entreaty, the compassion in the voice making him shiver. Instead he looked at the papers clenched in his hand, frowned at the formal documents smeared with the faintest trace of his blood.
Quite fitting really.
“Where do I sign?”
“Here… where it says ‘Next of Kin’.”
He gripped the pen tightly, felt the sting as the cold edge dug into the cut, pulling at him. He felt the heavy hand of Dobey on his shoulder.
“It’s okay, son.”
Again with the compassion.
Hutch stared at the spot of blood staining the sheet before him, then suddenly angry, flung it from him, across the room.
“Hutch…”
“Damn it Capt, No. I’m not giving up on him.”
He walked from the room, pausing at the door
“I’m going after Gunther. Call me if… if he…”
“I will.”
Dobey made his vow to empty space.
Hutch looked at the tiny, beading spots of blood and his eyes filled with ridiculous tears. The short, sharp sting had startled him back into awareness, back from his dazed state.
“Let me see.”
He felt his hand being grasped, but snatched it back.
“It’s okay; just a paper cut.”
He sucked his finger, tasted the coppery tang on his tongue and blinked away more of the stupid tears.
“It’s just a paper cut.” he said again; more to hear his voice than because it needed to be said.
“Hutch…”
He ignored the entreaty, the compassion in the voice making him shiver. Instead he looked at the papers clenched in his hand, frowned at the formal documents smeared with the faintest trace of his blood.
Quite fitting really.
“Where do I sign?”
“Here… where it says ‘Next of Kin’.”
He gripped the pen tightly, felt the sting as the cold edge dug into the cut, pulling at him. He felt the heavy hand of Dobey on his shoulder.
“It’s okay, son.”
Again with the compassion.
Hutch stared at the spot of blood staining the sheet before him, then suddenly angry, flung it from him, across the room.
“Hutch…”
“Damn it Capt, No. I’m not giving up on him.”
He walked from the room, pausing at the door
“I’m going after Gunther. Call me if… if he…”
“I will.”
Dobey made his vow to empty space.
