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Life And Death

Title: Life And Death
Author: Debbie
Email: debbie020556@yahoo.com
Fandom: The Sentinel
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Genre: Slash
Rating: FRM
Summary: Jim sits at Blair's bedside after an accident. Jim's POV.
Warning: Blair owies.
Word count: 464

Life and Death


I sit by the hospital bed, waiting. Remembering the last time I did this. The time he took a header down the stairs to the bedroom. He was chasing me and it was all supposed to be a harmless, playful game. This turned into a life and death situation within minutes of his tumble down the stairs. I could only stand there, mortified as my lover fell head first, landing at the bottom of the stairs at an unnatural angle. I was torn as to run to him or call for an ambulance. I grabbed the cordless phone, dialed 911 and then rushed over to him. He was still and silent. My hearing was cutting in and out and I had to press my fingers against his pulse point to feel the pulse that was there.

He was unconscious for two days. Two days when I sat by his side, willing him not to leave me, that I loved him, that I needed him. When he woke up, he looked over at me and smiled. Then promptly went back to sleep. But I knew he'd be okay.

This time, it was a car accident that wasn't his fault. The other driver ran the red light, plowing into the driver's side of his car. I reached the scene shortly after the alert had been sent out. I could only stand there while they cut him from his car. He was limp and lifeless and again I had to reassure myself with touch that he was still alive. The blood covered his face, bits of the shattered windshield in his hair and embedded in his face. He was awake for a time and he saw me there.

"I…love…you, Jim." It was whispered, but I heard the words clearly. I love you too, Blair.

He looks a lot better than he did at the scene of the accident. He's been cleaned up and many of the cuts have been treated, some of them bandaged. For as bad as the wreck looked, Blair came out of it relatively unscathed. He has a broken ankle, a couple broken ribs and bumps and bruises from the impact. Not bad in the grand scheme of things, when I could have lost him. When he fell down the stairs, he suffered a concussion, a broken leg and ankle and a bruised back.

I'm attuned to his periods of wakefulness. He's coming to now, and I need to reassure him that I'm here for him. He can get a little frantic if he wakes up alone. He's always been that way. That's why I like to be with him. He'll be fine. I'll be able to nurse him and mother hen him. Kisses and hugs go a long way towards recovery.



( 2 speakers — Speak )
May. 2nd, 2006 11:22 pm (UTC)
Aww sweet/I like sweet.
May. 3rd, 2006 01:05 pm (UTC)
Thanks. I'm glad you liked it.
( 2 speakers — Speak )


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These are my stories chronicling the continuing adventures of Jim Ellison and Blair Sandburg, Sentinel and Guide, partners and friends.

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