Starsky sat by the bed and waited.
Written for the LJ me_and_thee_100 challenge 81: Barrier. Tag to The Plague.
For long, agonizing days, Hutch had been a prisoner, trapped behind glass, condemned to die.
Now, the death sentence was lifted. Callendar’s blood saved Hutch’s life, and by extension, Starsky’s as well.
Hutch was out of quarantine. The oxygen tent, the gowns, masks, and gloves were no longer needed.
Still, Starsky sat by the bed and waited.
Hutch’s eyes opened.
“Starsk.”
A whisper, but it was enough.
Starsky laid his head down next to Hutch, felt a trembling hand in his hair. The last barrier gone, there was nothing to keep them separated anymore.
Nothing between them, except grateful tears.
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