Unconscious Comfort
Musings from “The Shootout”
By Brit
Cradled safe in my father’s arms
held securely against his chest
His heart beats a cadence that comforts me
sings to me a song that tells me I am secure
cradled safe in my father’s arms
Nestled in his strong embrace
here I take refuge against all that can harm
here is my shelter against the storm
The world and its concerns fade away
as I rest here safe in my father’s arms
Starsky’s thoughts were muddled as he drifted in and out of
consciousness, pain bleeding into his deliberation as swiftly as the blood fled
from his body. Hutch steeled himself
against his partner’s anguished moans and gasps for breath, knowing otherwise
that he would lose his tenuous hold on his rage. But the blonde detective’s
steps faltered briefly under his burden though when he heard the darker man
whisper “Poppa?”
Hutch adjusted the grip on his partner’s limp body and held him tighter
to his chest, carrying the wounded man
from the restaurant into the small dark office.
~Brit
Revised
9/25/00