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Title: DRUGS
Author/pseudonym: Sentarla
Rating: PG
Status: 8/8 (Yes!!!)
Date: 24/01/99
Archive: Yes ohhhhh PLEASE do!!!!!!
Series/Sequel: Non
My Website: http://www.oocities.org/sentarla
E-mail: Sentarla (Please be nice)
Note: Hey I am really sorry about the run
around, But I am having a major crisis at the moment with updating my home
page. I hope to have it fixed soon, so please bare with me. If you see a story
posted by me at Guide posts, and it doesn’t link, then please check out DawnC
new Fiction link, I would have left a message there.
Thanks heaps to all the people who e-mail me
over the length of this story, I was really thrilled that people liked my work.
I must say that is the only reason I was even game enough to try the other
stories I wrote. Well hoped you liked it, Please let me Know what you think.
Drugs 8 (Final part!!!)
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While watching his Guide, Jim tensely told
Simon what had happened. Moments later, Simon took the now empty syringe out of
the worried Sentinel's hand and took it to the head nurse for a tox screen.
Once everything had been taken care of, he returned to his friend.
The doctor was paged and with great
surprise, they all watched and waited as Blair survived the next one hour. Once
the deadline had passed, new hope was born; maybe Blair had a chance after all.
Jim watched his Guide closely, making sure there were no side effects.
The night slowly wore on and Simon came and
went. If asked, Jim would have stated that his world only consisted of his
Guide and everything else was trivial, not important.
By dawn, the medical staff were amazed. Not
only was Blair alive and fighting, but he was winning. From all reports and
tests, his blood was slowly but surely gaining oxygen content.
Needing to stretch, Jim stood and paced the
small dim room. The doctors had decided that the medicine could be tapered off.
Blair's kidneys and liver were slowly returning to normal function. Feeling
like a third wheel, Jim stopped and looked at his Guide, focusing all his
attention on the small, pale body. On the outside, he looked like he was coping,
but inside, Jim was screaming at himself. There was a part of himself that
demand he realize he may have made Blair worse by giving him the drug.
The doctors had said that Blair should be
waking up soon, an hour at the most. If he didn't then there was a chance there
could be brain damage, due to the oxygen problem. So far he had shown no sign
of waking. Simon had left a message that Michaels had not been seen, there was
no info on the antidote.
Feeling soul-weary, Jim gave a sigh and sat
back down.
"Blair. Come on buddy, you have to wake
up. Everything's okay. Blair, can you hear me?"
Jim felt more than heard the change in
Blair's heart rate. "That's right, buddy. It's time to wake up, open your
eyes, Blair."
The first thing Blair was aware of was the dryness
in his throat, and then a killing headache. Through the pounding of his head,
he heard a calm, persistent voice. Turning his head towards the voice, Blair
tried to open his eyes.
"That's right, Chief, open those blue
eyes."
The light nearly blinded him, but drawing
strength from his Sentinel's voice, Blair opened his eyes and came to full
consciousness.
"Hey, Chief, how are you feeling?"
With the dryness of his throat, Blair just
gave a grunt in reply, his eyes giving a silent plea for information.
Reaching over, Jim poured some
room-temperature water for his guide, and helped him take a few tentative sips.
"It's okay Blair, it's over. You just have to concentrate on getting
better."
Licking his now not so dry lips, Blair met
Jim's eyes and whispered, "What...?"
Understanding the meaning, Jim just shook
his head and rested his hand on Blair's arm. "Later, Blair, just rest and
know it is over, you’re safe. "
To tired to argue, Blair simply looked at
Jim once then gave up the fight and closed his eyes.
Listening to his Guide slip into a healing
sleep, Jim sighed and offered up a little prayer for the safe return of his
Guide. This time it had been close, very close.
From all reports, the doctors still did not
know what Michaels had given Blair, or what was in the antidote. All they knew
was that Blair had only hours to live, and then, within the same time, he was
cured.
Two days later, Blair was bouncing back.
Though he never said it, Jim knew his Guide was barely handling the idea of
staying in the hospital. When the doctor mentioned a week stay for tests and
observation, he heard Blair‘s pulse skyrocket. Knowing he would rest better at
home, Jim tried to convince the doctors to release Blair early. When that did
not work, he gave Blair, for the first time, his full approval and support as
Blair signed the AMA papers.
While Blair spent the next few days sleeping
or reading, Jim kept up with all the efforts in trying to find and catch
Michaels. For all intents and purposes, Michaels had totally disappeared. There
had been two reports from snitches who said they saw a man like Michaels being
hustled off the street into a dark sedan by men in dark suits. There were three
other identical cars that followed.
Jim was not happy and it showed. Blair could
tell his Sentinel was upset, but still too tired and sick, he did not have the
energy needed to pry the problem out of the stubborn Detective.
With the suspicion that the government or
someone shadier was probably involved, Jim called some old contacts to see if
they had heard anything. Within an hour, Jim got a short, yet cryptic reply.
'Michaels is underground in the Black.
Although he is still holding a grudge, he will not be released for some time.'
Understanding the message, Jim gave a sigh
of relief. It meant that for the moment everything was finally over. There was
no need for police protection and Blair could safely start getting control of
his life back.
Trusting his contact, Jim rang the station
and told Simon the protection could be pulled. Once Simon had been convinced,
Jim hung up and went to visually check his Guide.
With a peaceful look of innocence on his
face, Blair slept, unaware of his Sentinel watching. Feeling the over-whelming
need to reassure himself, Jim bent down and lightly brushed a stay lock of hair
from his Guide‘s face. Reacting with the trust of a child, Blair let out a soft
breath and moved closer to the edge of the bed, near Jim.
Nearly floored by the trust Blair repeatedly
showed him, Jim softly swore to protect him always, and swore with venom that
Michaels would never come near him again.
~Fin~
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