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Challenge #375 - Restoration

Title:Patience
Author: debbiet
Category: Gen
Warnings: Blair pain, Jim patience
Spoilers: Epilogue to Survival
Word count: 1184
Summary: Blair recovers from being shot.
Notes: I do not own The Sentinel or any of the characters. This was written for entertainment purposes only. Written for sentinel_thurs restoration


As he looked through the window, he could see the beads of sweat breaking out on the man’s face. It was obvious that it would take longer than either of them thought to become whole again. Jim resisted going into the therapy room, knowing that Blair didn’t want to show weakness in front of him. Jim would steal moments like this, arriving several minutes before the therapy session was over. He wanted to see how much progress Blair was making at restoring the mobility in his leg.

After trudging through the woods in pursuit of Dawson Quinn, his woman and Simon Banks, jumping from a cliff into a river, getting banged up, getting bashed in the head and kidnapped by survivalists, and then getting shot in the leg, holed up in a mine shaft, Jim knew Blair wasn’t weak. He knew Blair wasn’t weak from the first time they met. It was by no means the first time Blair had been hurt in his partnership with Jim. Jim found it hard to accept the fact that Blair was hurt. It was Jim’s responsibility to keep Blair safe, yet he was woefully inadequate in his job. Blair wasn’t a police officer; he was a graduate student at the university.

Jim heard the therapist signal the end of the session and focused his attention back to Blair. He saw him sitting on the mat, trying to regain some of his composure. He saw Blair’s shoulder blades tense and relax and heard the deep breaths Blair was taking. The therapist asked Blair if he wanted him to send Jim in.

“Yeah. Thanks, Roger. He can help me to get off the mat.”

Jim waited until Roger came out.

“I really put him through the paces today, detective. And he seemed more determined to push himself.”

“Well, he wants to get back to his normal routine. I’ll take care of him, Roger. Thanks.”

Jim walked into the therapy room, seeing that Blair’s eyes were closed.

“You’re not falling asleep on me already, are you Chief? I’m not carrying you to the car.”

Blair opened his eyes, looking up at Jim. “Nah, Jim. Just a little meditation/visualization exercise. Something to focus my mind on other than the pain.”

“Well, are you ready to leave and go home?”

“Yeah. I just thought I’d have more mobility by now.”

Jim gently helped Blair to his feet, holding on as Blair swayed from side to side as he regained his balance. Jim handed Blair the crutches and Blair got steady on his feet.

“You’ve got to have patience, Blair. It’s only been four days since you were released from the hospital and only your third day in rehab. You can’t expect miracles.”

Blair started moving across the floor. “I know, Jim. But… don’t mind me, man. I’m just tired, that’s all. Let’s go home.”

Jim got in front of Blair and held the door open They left the hospital. Jim helped Blair get into the car. Jim rented the car when he realized that Blair wouldn’t be able to get around on his own and that climbing into Jim’s Expedition wouldn’t work. He rented a car to make it easy for Blair. Blair appreciated the gesture.

Blair took his time getting into the car. His leg was really aching and he knew he’d have to take a pain pill when he got home. He took more than he wanted to, but it did help dull the pain and make it tolerable to go through his therapy sessions. Blair leaned back in the seat, closing his eyes, trying to even out his breathing.

Jim closed the passenger door and moved around to the driver’s side. He got inside the car and started it up.

“I’m sorry I’m such a pain, Jim. I know the last thing you want to do, is to shuttle me back and forth.”

“You’re not a pain, Chief. I’m sure you’d do the same for me.” Jim started the car and started on the drive home.

“Roger told me that you pushed yourself today. Is that why you’re so tired?”

Blair didn’t open his eyes, but he spoke. “I just want to show improvement and to regain my independence. You know that I like to do things on my own. I just want to restore my previous life.”

“It’ll come, Chief. Just don’t try to push it too far too fast.”

“I’m also not very patient, Jim. You know that.”

*~*~*~*~*~

When they arrived at the loft, Jim helped Blair again. He sent up a small prayer of thanks that the elevator was working. Jim slowed his walk to match Blair’s.

“At least the elevator is working…” Blair got inside as Jim hit the button for three.

“Yeah, it’s got to be close to a record of consecutive days.”

“Sh-h-h, Jim! You’ll jinx it.” Blair reached over and smacked Jim on the arm.

Jim was happy to see that the short nap on the drive home seemed to recharge Blair’s energy somewhat. He hated to see Blair so tired and irritated. Jim held the elevator door open as Blair maneuvered himself off when it reached the third floor.

“It’s good to be home. I feel like every little move I make is a major production.” Blair shuffled down the hall, Jim slightly behind him. Just in case.

“Soon, you’ll be able to ditch the crutches and your limp will be gone. The muscles will heal and all you’ll have left is a scar to remember this by.”

“Believe me, Jim; I’ll remember this incident for a long time. You don’t forget about your first time getting shot. Especially when you’re not expecting it.”

“Sort of like your first kiss?”

Blair turned his head to face Jim as they reached the apartment door. “Please tell me that you’re joking, Jim? Please?”

Jim moved around Blair to unlock the door. “I just figured you didn’t expect your first kiss either.”

“I’ll have you know that I fully expected my first kiss. It was Rachel Brennan. She was eight and I was six.” There was a smile on Blair’s face.

“Six, huh? I always suspected you were a player.”

Blair made his way inside the loft and over to the couch. He sat down, letting out a soft sigh. “Yeah, that’s me… Blair Sandburg, player. I’m thinking about putting that on my business cards.”

“You want me to get you a pain pill?” Jim braced himself for an argument.

“Yeah, I’ll take it with juice.” Blair leaned back, closing his eyes.

Jim got the pain pill and a glass of juice. He walked over to the couch and sat down beside Blair. “Here you go, Chief.”

Blair opened his eyes, took the pill and the juice. “Thanks, Jim.”

“I’ll warm up some of that soup you made a couple of weeks ago and grilled cheese sandwiches.”

“Sounds good. I wish we could go back a few weeks ago, before all of this happened.”

Jim patted Blair on the arm. “Patience, Sandburg.”

“Patience… patience… patience…” Blair looked over at Jim. “My new mantra.”

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mab_browne
Mar. 3rd, 2011 07:20 pm (UTC)
Blair pain and Jim patience is my kind of 'warning'. *g* And I did smile at Jim's joke of little teeny Blair being a player.
debsfic
Mar. 3rd, 2011 10:56 pm (UTC)
I guess it's not really a warning *g* Thanks for reading.
magician113
Mar. 4th, 2011 03:42 am (UTC)
I've a fondness for epilogues -- it makes what happened to them so much more realistic. Nice slice of life and a comforting Jim. Thanks!
stoneygirl77
Mar. 4th, 2011 03:24 pm (UTC)
I so love when there is a follow up to these too. It's great to see how Jim and Blair fared after the events that happened in Survival. Blair is a lot tougher than we ever give him credit for. You showed that here for sure and I know Jim has that soft and caring side as well. Nice read, I really enjoyed it. Thanks for writing it.
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