Setting: ATF Universe
Page 19
The Strudel Haus was not busy and that was rare for a Sunday morning. Josiah and Ezra entered the Alpine-themed cafe and saw Mary and Orin at a corner table. The room was pleasant and it's decor was reminiscent of a German Country Inn nestled in the Alps. The center of the room had two large steam tables, overladen with food. The Sunday brunch was a bargain at $9.95 and both gentlemen quickly gave their order and sat down. After they filled their plates, they discussed Mary's project.
"What's you game plan?" Josiah asked, his large hands deftly peeling a shrimp and snaring a hefty amount of cocktail sauce.
"That depends on Buck," Mary replied honestly, taking a forkful of the omelet before her filled with mushrooms, red peppers, tomatoes and cheese. "I don't want to push him until he's ready. The Major said she would be glad to speak with me and would ask a Sergant Johnson, Lieutenant Dunkirke and Mollie to give their accounts. I'll decide how much I need after I speak with them. I've done some background in Denver on the initial kidnapping and interviewed the F.B.I. agents involved. I have the footage from the gas station and the video's that Newlander made." She chewed and swallowed the tasty fare and picked up the chilled Mimosa and took sip. "The Major seems to think that Vin will have little recall of the events. According to the records that they recovered from Jamie Newlander, he had a high temperature early on."
"May I make a suggestion?" Ezra asked, handing the waitress his empty plate. The melon and prosciutto went down easy, as did the pile of shrimp. He nodded and the perky server filled his glass with champagne and orange juice.
"Sure," Mary nodded, putting butter on a toasted bagel half.
"Sometimes capturing the moment in reflection is very effective. If you wait until Buck is stronger and he's agreeable, you could go back to the beach. That is the crux of the story; the spot where his gallantry was so effortlessly exhibited."
"Ezra, you missed your calling!" Mary smiled, "Good editors are hard to come by..."
"Hah!" he returned, standing to peruse the offerings.
"It's a good idea," She nodded, "I talk to Buck about it..."
"You're quiet today," Josiah handed the eager waitress his empty plate and took a sip of strong black coffee. He looked over at Orin, who was eating Cinnamon French Toast stuffed with bananas. He pulled the larger plate to the front, which was filled with ham, eggs, sausage and fried potatoes.
"I have a meeting with Flushing this afternoon..."
"That's enough to give you indigestion," Ezra sat down, accompanied by a plate of chicken marsala and wild rice. A potato pancake with fresh apples and sour cream sat on a smaller plate.
"It has to be done," the director replied, and eyed his daughter-in-law, "Would you like to be present? We're going to cover the whole case, from Frank Delassi's murder through Tony Kennedy's trial date. It would give you the A to Z..."
"Where is the vermin?" Ezra speared a piece of chicken and looked up.
"He was tranported to the Federal Pen yesterday," Josiah answered, "I watched them take him away. Buck sure put the suffer on him," he recalled of the marred face and battered body. He saw Ezra's mouth form a grim line and the anger flash in his eyes. "It's all done now, Ezra..."
"I think not," Ezra looked over at the preacher, "It will never be over for Buck and Vin. Even if Vin doesn't remember the details, he'll be forced to confront the wicked repercussions. The public recalls the sinner well, but not the exonerated. Buck's nobility is to be commended, but deep inside, he's suffering. I'm sure that will only grow as Vin struggles to regain his health."
"That's why I'm doing this report," Mary interjected, taking a piece of honeydew, "I want the world to see the whole story. I want them to feel Vin's pain and see what true courage is when the see what Buck did. I want them to forget that bast... Lennie Hayes's words."
"Mary..." Orin warned, seeing her pale eyes flash with anger. "Don't let this get personal."
"Isn't that calling the kettle black," she retaliated, raising an eyebrow. "I heard the venom in your voice when you dressed that son-of-a..." She paused as Josiah smirked.
"You're hanging around Chris too long," Josiah commented on her minced swearing.
"Give a man enough rope and he'll hang himself," Ezra imparted, finishing his pancake.
"That was part of my plan," Mary agreed, "I intend to use that clip against him, supporting it by the previous accountable yellow reports he's done. He won't be able to show his face in Denver."
"If Chris catches up to him, he won't have a face," Josiah remarked, recalling the leader's icy rage when he caught a CNN replay of the press conference.
"That might be an improvement," Mary teased, finishing her strawberries. "What time is the meeting, Orin?"
"One o'clock."
"Damn," she tapped her spoon against the cup, stirring the coffee. "I wanted to spend the afternoon with Chris."
"I don't think he'll notice," Ezra added, "I spoke with Buck this morning and he said Chris had a bad night. His fever spiked back up to 100 and his leg is inflamed. He had a bad bout with nightmares and gave Mollie a good workout. She gave him something to settle his stomach and increased his painkillers. He's not expected to rouse until this evening."
"But still..." Mary pouted, needing to be with the man she cared so deeply for.
"You're right, Mary," Orin countered, "The public needs to see the whole story, the real story. Flushing will be flying home tonight. He's agreed to wait until next weekend to get statements from Chris and Buck. That Major can be very persuasive."
"Alright," Mary nodded, eyeing her watch. "It's after twelve, I'll go back and get my equipment."
"Speak of the devil," Ezra growled, rising as Lennie Hayes approached. "How unfortunate for us that you stumbled from your trash receptacle before the crack of noon," he spat, moving in front of Mary.
"Shouldn't you be out shopping for a new flea collar, Hayes?" Josiah added, not letting the crude reporter upset him. For some reason, the slimeball set Ezra's usually calm exterior into overdrive. He reasoned that was because of a sly Texan named Tanner.
"Nice to see you sober for a change, Sanchez," Lennie retaliated. "Damn shame all those innocent women and children aren't here to have breakfast. Course, them being gooks, they don't really count..." he sneered, seeing Josiah's eyes fill with shame as he relived the horrors of Viet Nam and a questionable raid.
"Get out!" Mary stood, eyes shooting fire, "Before I forget I'm a lady and take away any chance you have of reproducing."
"The bitch with the iron girdle," Lennie laughed, his breath reeking of alchohol. "What's wrong, Lover boy Larabee didn't nail you to the bed last night?"
"Ezra!" Josiah jumped up, as with two well timed punches, the southerner felled the drunken reporter and had him in a choke hold. The diners lost their conversations and were staring aghast at the display. "That's just what he wants... Ezra, snap out of it... Ezra..." Josiah physically removed the irate Standish and pulled him into the empty dining room next to them.
Orin held up his hand to stop the waitress that was attempting to dial the police. He flashed his badge and she put the phone down. He turned to his daughter-in-law whose foot was twitching to kick the stuperous man between his splayed legs.
"Mary..."
"Just once can't you look the other way?"
Orin moved in front of her, picked Hayes up by the scruff of his collar and got him to this feet. He 'escorted' the dazed man outside and into the parking lot. Two motorcycle cops who were stopped at a red light, had seen the brawl through the glass. They approached cautiously and the ATF director filled them in on the events. Hayes, wisely, pressed no charges and staggered off, muttering about getting even. Orin returned to the restaurant, where Josiah paid the bill and Mary was in the alcove, talking to Ezra.
"Are you alright?" Mary asked, seeing the raging face.
"I'd feel better if that reptile's head was separated from the rest of him," Ezra ired.
"Now that's funny," Josiah said, putting the loose bills in his wallet, "'cause it didn't look like his head you wanted to separate."
"That is something not discussed with a lady present," the southerner replied, smoothing his ruffled chestnut locks. He gratefully took the glass of water Orin offered.
"That's okay, Ezra," Mary whispered for his ears only, "I wanted to crack his nuts too!"
"You okay, Ezra?" Josiah asked, seeing the red-faced conman sputtering and coughing up small slivers of ice. "You're gonna get spit on your fancy shirt."
"I think I need some air," he managed, seeing the small smile Mary wore, "You My Dear, are quite a woman."
"Thank You, Sir," Mary kissed his cheek, "and I mean that, Ezra," she said softly, tucking her arm in his and enjoying him blush.
"You should have seen her, Buck, she was spittin' nails!" Josiah commented, filling the rogue in on the morning's activities.
"Yeah?" Buck sat up, wearing a satisfied smile.
"If given the proper tools, she would have attempted to eviscerate him," Ezra supplied.
"E what?" J.D. asked.
"Eviscerate," Josiah replied, "What they did to Mel Gibson at the end of Braveheart."
"Oh..."
Buck was so started to hear the youth's voice he spun in the bed and the room flew around. J.D. arrived alone after lunch, stating that he'd skipped the breakfast meeting to sleep in. He looked better, although the disquietness in his hazel eyes told Buck different. He still wouldn't look at Vin, skirting the glass walls and keeping his back to them. Buck tried talking to him, but J.D. got upset, so he pulled back. He winced as the dizziness returned and closed his eyes. He felt the large hand on this shoulder and nodded. "I'm okay, Josiah. The Major said even though my fever broke, this damn infection did a job on me. She said it will be a couple weeks until I'm better. Like a superflu in overdrive."
"I think I'm gonna take a walk," J.D. announced, rising from the chair he'd been glued to for two hours. He wanted to talk to Buck, but for some reason, the atmosphere at the hospital made him lightheaded.
"Leave?" Buck's voice rose and his weak body attempted to follow. "You just got here..."
"I need some air, Buck," J.D. replied, but the concerned look on his best friend's stricken face halted him in his tracks. "I'm okay, it's just too closed off in here."
For a few minutes, there was an uncomfortable silence as they watched the youth head for the exit. Buck settled back into the bed, the dizziness wreaking havoc on his stomach.
"What the hell's wrong with him?" Buck fretted, trying to control the nausea within, "Why won't he talk to me? Hell, he ain't looked at Vin yet..."
"He's in pain, Buck," Josiah tried to placate the irritated man.
"Is that right?" Buck tossed back derisively. "You must be a genius, Josiah."
"Enough! Christ, Buck, my head's splitting wide open and I don't need your sarcasm."
All three heads turned to face the bed opposite Buck where Chris Larabee slept. Since Buck's fever broke, the leader's bed was moved across from him. All three patients were now close together.
"Sorry," Buck winced. Chris looked awful. His fever gave him a flush of color and his eyes were rimmed red with pain. The constant wincing was due to every moment on his inflamed thigh. Buck eyed the clock and did the mental math. Mollie was due at two with his pain killers. The nurse was still tending to Vin. Since the Texan's fever was now down to normal, the medical staff was testing his responses to pain. His limbs twitched in proper response when the nailbeds under his fingers and toes were tested. They were pleased with that as well as his improved breathing. Although the ventilator remained hooked up, the whooshing was gone. Vin was breathing oxygen from the tube on his own. His blood gases were good and his CT scan negative. He was making great progess. But Chris's relapse took him from Vin's side and that made him angry. Buck saw Josiah and Ezra both move in unison when the blond sat up and attempted to get out of bed. "Chris, you better stay put."
"Mind your own business...." Chris growled, "Get the fuck away from me Ezra or I'll eviscerate you."
"Indeed, a one-armed eviscerating machine," the southerner placed both hands on the struggling man's shoulders and forced him back. Josiah had gone to get Mollie, who reappeared in full fury.
"Ye better get that skinny arse back into the bed, Chris Larabee," she warned, shoving him hard. "Do ye not see these shadows I'm wearin' today? Did ye think that was a new fashion trend? The undead look?" She paused and saw him study her. She drew out a syringe and vial and quickly filled it, putting it in his IV line.
"What's that?" Chris stammered, "I don't need anymore Goddamn sleep..."
"Well, I do!" She hollered, green eyes blazing. "Who do ye think was cleanin' up all the orifices that ye were leakin' so nicely all night and all morning?" She waited for the flush on his face to increase and continued, "I've not slept in two days and have a nap planned fer this afternoon. I swear on me sainted mother's grave, if ye step one toe from that bed, I'll tie ye down meself," she paused, narrowing her angry eyes ."...and order an enema as well."
"You wouldn't have the bal..." Chris jerked.
"Wouldn't I?" She raised an eyebrow, "Try me!"
Finally the standoff ended as Chris slumped back onto his wall of pillows. His scowl remained and she waited, then bent over him. "He's doing much better. His temperture's down, he's responding to pain stimulation and..." she waited, watching the handsome face turn towards her, hope resting in his eyes. "He's breathing on his own, through the vent."
"Goddammit Tanner!" Chris exuded, his face splitting into a smile.
"If ye behave, ye take a good sleep and eat yer supper, ye can spend time with him this evenin'." She offered her hand. "Do we have a deal or do I get me widest rubber hose?"
"I'm glad you're on our side," Chris managed, shaking the hand and watching Mollie leave. He glowered openly at Josiah and Ezra, then heard the muffled laughter from across the floor. "Shut up, Buck!"
"I'd give half my salary to have that on film," the rogue gloated. "You should have seen your face! Skinny ass, leakin' holes, rubber hose threats. Did she put you in your place."
"It does paint a pretty picture," Josiah agreed, "'course it could have been worse. She could have called called you a 'fat arse', now that hurts."
Buck's laughter surrounded him as he dozed off, his eyes glued to his best friend's profile through the glass. Now when the chest rose and fell, his own did as well. Vin was breathing, he was fighting back.
"He's a Tanner," Chris yawned, as his heavy eyes closed.
"I hope my life insurance policy is up to date," Buck whispered through his mask. "'cause Mollie's gonna roast my balls if she catches me in here."
"I heard Tyrone tell Sandy she'd be back at nine-thirty." Chris replied, his hand gripped in Vin's limp one. His eyes hadn't left the stricken man's face in the two hours he'd been sitting by Vin. As soon as Sandy departed to call his wife at nine p.m, Chris gave Buck the high sign. The rogue managed to stagger to the outer room and get gloves and a mask on and hobble inside. Now his stomach lurched even more. Looking at Vin close up was the hardest thing he'd ever done. His hand wavered for several seconds. His eyes painfully took in the ravages of the illness. "Jesus he looks frail. I'd never think of Vin as frail." He winced painfully at the thin arms and gaunt face. He didn't need to peek under the blanket to know the ribs were showing. "Boy's gonna have some serious fattenin' up to do..."
"Yeah," Chris agreed, "Talk to him, Buck, touch him... Mollie says he needs to feel we're here."
He paused, watching Buck's face fill with emotion and his eyes threaten to spill. Twice the hand came out and wavered. "Vin," Chris leaned over and spoke loudly. "Buck's here, he's out of bed and doing good."
"Hey, Slick," Buck croaked, wincing at his unrecognizable voice. He snaked a hand through the maze of tubes and found a spot next to Vin's neck. He kept his hand there, rubbing the bony collarbone and patting the stilled shoulder. "I sure miss seein' them baby blues of yours. Mary brought some pictures from Billy. Wait until you see them, he's got one where you're holding the Stanley Cup," Buck heard Chris chuckle and eye the drawing of Vin holding the NHL prize hockey trophy.
Chris's pleasant visit was interrupted by his raging headache. The concussion syndrome was powerful and stuck without warning. He dropped Vin's hand and grabbed his head, causing Buck to react as well. "Chris! Chris! Shit, I'll get help."
"No, I'm okay," Chris hissed, pressing his eyes shut.
"Chris! Jesus God...Chris!"
"Buck I said I was okay," the leader's voice was pinched at the upset rogue's call.
"No... no... look..." Buck smacked Chris's leg and the blond growled, but then snapped his head and shot out of the chair. Vin's eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling.
Vin's hopes were sagging and his spirit falling. The darkness had no sense of time or place. He was tired of plodding through the murky kingdom. The voices were comforting, the new one was kind and filled him with warmth. He wanted to embrace it and drink it up. The hard voice still was his mainstay. When the hard voice was gone, he was full of fear. Then, suddenly, the hard voice changed and it scared him. Now the darkness was gone... a blurry light was in front of him.
"VIN!" Chris screamed, bending over the bed. "Buck, get somebody," he tossed back as the wavering body made it's way to the door. "Vin... Vin... can you hear me?" Chris asked, watching the disinterested face below him. Vin never moved, never blinked or reacted. His pale eyes remained trained on the ceiling. The words 'brain damage' entered the room uninvited. Frantically, he waved his free hand in front of the all too wide eyes and hoped. There it was, he sighed and gripped the limp hand. Vin never moved a muscle, but his eyes did. They began to follow Chris as he moved from side to side, testing them. "That's it, Vin, You can see me!" Chris moved far beyond Vin's head and watched the eyes roll up as high as they could. He moved back and the eyes followed him. "He's awake!" Chris announced as a trio of bodies filled the room. The new arrivals began talking at once and flipping out instruments. Chris was forced backwards, due to their arrival and his leg giving out. The reaction from his best friend was instantaneous.
"Mr. Tanner, Can you hear me?" Kendra asked, "How's his reactions?" she inquired as Sandy began to press a pen under his nailbed. Vin's limbs twitched, but his eyes began to roam, and fear filled them.
He didn't know if this new place was better at all. Strange faces surrounded him, covered in cloth and masks. Commands were issued harshly and he felt pain as they pricked his toes and fingers. His eyes roamed, seeking the other one. The one with the blond hair... the one with burning eyes. The eyes that he needed. His heart began to hammer. Where did he go?
"Stop that!" Chris issued, spotting Vin's frightened eyes. Although his head had yet to move an inch, the eyes were very much alive and full of fear. "You're scaring him." He stood and hissed as his leg roared and agony filled him. He hobbled over, shoving Tyrone aside. "Move! Vin... Vin... calm down. You've been real sick, but you're gonna be fine. This is a hospital."
"No," Kendra whispered as Sandy attempted to intervene "Let him go... look..." she pointed to Vin's eyes, now relaxed and trained on Chris Larabee's face. His monitors reacted to, instantely leveling off.
"Vin, can you hear me?" Chris asked, still fearing brain damage. He felt something brush his leg and looked down to see Vin's hand move. "Okay, Vin," he leaned closer, so the younger man could hear him. "If you understand me, tap your finger once." He took his gaze away long enough to look and sure enough the thin finger came up once and tapped the bed. This tiny moment elicited cheers and caused Vin's eyes to flinch. "Okay, Vin, are you in pain?" he shifted and the finger raised again and lowered. "Your head?" The finger came down once. "Your chest?" The finger came down several times.
"That's because your lungs are weak," Kendra addresed him, "That will go away as you get stronger."
The questions continued for a few minutes, until Vin's eyes began to slide. Chris didn't hesitate and gripped the limp hand tight, lowering his body. "Vin, look at me," he directed and the heavy eyes fought to stay open. "Do you know who I am?" He felt the hand move and left it go, holding it by the wrist against him.
"I don't know yer name... I don't..." Vin paused, wanting the hand holding him to stay. "...but I know who ye are... I know... yer right here..." Vin offered with all his heart.
Chris felt his eyes fill and made no attempt to stop the moisture. One finger moved across his chest to where his heart was and tapped several times. He locked onto the hope in those blue eyes shining up at him and smiled.
"You bet your ass, Cowboy," he choked, as the blissful look faded and the eyes closed. He gripped that hand until Sandy gently caught him as he swayed. He didn't remember passing out, but then with a concussion, that was expected. Later in the still of the night, he lay awake; his gaze trained on Vin's sleeping body. He held onto those trusting blue eyes and the awesome feeling that filled him as Vin reached out and touched home.
"Good Morning," Kendra greeted two of her patients. Chris was at Buck's bedside, waiting for the wheezing agent to finish his breakfast. Buck coughed a great deal during the night and had Mollie a little worried. He managed to croak to Mollie that he was fine, but the senior doctor wanted to check him anyway.
"I hear you had a rough night," she asked, reading his chart.
"I'm okay," Buck managed, finishing his orange juice. "Mollie get her Irish up?"
"Not often," The Major answered, telling both men how concerned the nurse was for Wilmington. "Your temp is okay." She felt around his glands and he winced slightly. "Your glands are still tender, but that's to be expected. Open up..." She peered into his throat and then listened to his chest. "I'm gonna start you on something stronger to help break up that congestion, but it's gonna keep you snoozing, it's strong."
"Not yet," Buck protested, wheezing through a weak smile, "I didn't have my bath."
"Funny, that didn't cause Mollie to lose any sleep," the doctor commented dryly, giving Chris a smile. "How's the headache? dizziness?"
"Comes and goes," Chris replied, "I slept pretty good, my leg's a little stiff but not quite as sore."
"Good, you continue to stay off of it and that will improve. Just remember you still have a concussion. I've got good news, we're going to attempt to take Vin off the respirator this morning."
"That's great!" Buck exclaimed, accenting his excitment with a burst of coughing. "Is that what that new bed is for?" He motioned to the bed, bedstand, oxygen and empty IV pole. He saw the Major nod and coughed again, giving his friend cause to move.
"Damn Buck," Chris wrinkled his nose in distaste.
"Sorry," Buck glanced over at his friend, "You watch your commentary or I'll cough on your food."
"When do we do this?" Chris asked the doctor.
"We?" She peered down at him.
"We," Chris replied and waited a long moment for her to nod.
"Alright, let's get you in a mask and gloves." She nodded to Mollie who was approaching. "I've written new orders for Wilmington." She handed the chart over to the pretty nurse. "When you're done, we'll be waiting."
"I won't be long," Mollie answered, sitting on the edge of Buck's bed. The tall man's bed was raised up a bit and he was reclining on the pillows, his eyes closed. "Top of the mornin' to ye, Love..."
"Is that you Mollie?" Buck's voice was suspiciously frail. Chris just stood up and was gripping the rail with his free hand. He turned and narrowed his eyes in doubt. Two dark blue slits appeared in Buck's face and his hand reached out, wobbling woefully. "I can barely make you out..."
"Nice try, Stud, but she's a pro," Chris commented on a familiar Wilmington sympathy move.
"Excuse me?" Mollie's mock-indignant tone and raised eyebrow caused Chris to raise his own eyebrow.
"I didn't mean that kind of 'pro'," he denied, "I meant skilled and intelligent, not the wide-eyed wannabe's that Buck usually plies his best moves on.""Thanks, Chris," Buck grimaced, "I was reelin' her in... "
"Well that confirms me suspicions that ye've nothin' but hair under yer hat," Mollie swatted the rogue's leg and returned his winning smile.
"...and what do you mean 'wide-eyed wannabe's'?" Buck demanded of a grinning Chris Larabee.
"I'm a veteran of the trenches, Bucko," Chris said, using Frank's nickname, which gave his friend a warm smile. "I've seen most of them, wannabe's is being kind."
"Fu..." Buck started and saw Chris's bemused expression as Mollie bit back a grin.
"Ye were sayin'?" she cut him off with a paper cup with the new meds. "There now, that keep yer lovely eyes busy fer the rest of the mornin'."
"Jesus!" Buck spat out his tongue, trying to rid himself of the bitter aftertaste. "Is that what you Army folks do with leftover rat poison?"
"Ye watch yer mouth, Buck Wilmington, I still have me wide rubber hose," Mollie warned, patting the side of his thigh. She handed him a small container of apple juice and watched his face change.
Chris laughed outloud at Buck's blanched expression as he pressed his butt deeper into the bed. The suddenly silent agent pulled the sheet up to his chin and Chris ducked his head again, his face wearing an easy smile.
"...and I'm thinkin' it could do with a bit o' stretchin'..." Mollie teased and helped Chris steady himself. She saw that smile appear again and wished he'd use it more, it suited the handsome face.
"Mollie, you ever think about putting in for a transfer?" Chris asked, winking at Buck over his shoulder.
"Hold it a minute Mollie," the Major requested as she approached the trio. "I want to speak with both Buck and Chris." She met them at the foot of Wilmington's bed. "I just want to remind you of a few things concerning Vin. This infection nearly killed him and he fought it off with everything he had. He's going to be very weak for some time, and most likely will sleep for the next few days. The ventilator causes friction inside, that will leave his throat raw and sore. Even if he were strong enough to speak, it's doubtful if he would be able to. Also, between the sustained high fever, coma, seizure and the medication taken to combat the seizure, he's likely to be very confused. So don't be alarmed if he doesn't recognize you at first."
"That's temporary, right?" Buck asked.
"It should be," she nodded, "but until he's able to speak and we can assess him, we won't know if there was brain damage. I'm confident he'll be fine," she directed at Chris, whose face paled. "but I had to warn you. The first thing we'll do, when we go inside, is to check for a 'cuff leak'. There is an inflated area near the end of the endo tube that seals off the space between the trachea and the tube. This is the cuff. We'll deflate it and listen for air. If we hear air we know there is no cuff leak and it's safe to extubate. If there is no air moving through that space, the trachea is swollen and we can't remove the tube. The reason I'm telling you this is that it might be a little frightening for both you and him."
"I understand," Chris nodded, "What about that other tube, the one in his nose?"
"Not yet," she shook her head, "He's not able to take in clear fluids yet. We'll try tomorrow afternoon or evening, if he's able. He'll go on oxygen and just a single IV line. I'm going to keep the heart monitor on until he's conscious and stronger. Are you ready?"
"Yeah..." Chris turned back and gave Buck's leg a tap.
Buck gave him the thumbs up and watched Mollie put a gown on Chris and a glove on his free hand. He then turned his eyes to the glass and held his own hand out.
"It'll be good to have you back in the fold, Tanner." He watched the Major bend over Vin and tap his face. He saw Vin's eyes open with the same wide-eyed stare he'd seen the night before.
"Vin? Vin?" Kendra asked the blank face, tapping the pale cheek. "I'm Major Taylor and I'm going to remove that tube from your throat."
Vin eyed the white room again and the strange face looked down at him. He took his gaze from the dark face and around the empty room. What was this place? He heard the voice but the words didn't register. He drew his brows together when the hand cupped his chin and held his gaze. The words got louder and his heart began to hammer. Another face appeared, his limbs wouldn't move and something was crawling on his body.
"...No... no... no... get away... yer hurtin me... who the hell are ya... get the fuck away... Oh God..."
"Calm down!" Kendra saw the eyes darting frantically and monitor going crazy. "Nobody is going to hurt you. Vin, look at me... Vin..."
"Just when I was gettin' used to talkin' to the backs of yer lids," she smiled at the open soulful eyes. "What's all this then?" Mollie said calmly, moving to his side and brushing the hair off his forehead. "Don't ye be usin' that language in here, Vin Tanner. Did I not tell ye before about yer temper. Ye quit yer shoutin', Bonny Blue Eyes..."
Chris had seen Vin's terrified look and the Major recognized the need. She moved aside and let Mollie and Chris flank Vin near the bed. Chris let the skilled nurse take the lead and watched the metamorphosis. From the moment her voice surrounded him and her hand touched him, the change was startling. His eyes widened in emotion and filled with moisture. The heart monitor settled down and Chris saw Vin's hand, then arm move slowly. The wobbly, thin fingers touched her face as tears slid down his cheeks. Chris swallowed the lump in his throat.
"Angel... Angel... Angel... Angel... Angel... yer real... Oh God... yer here... yer real... help me... I don't understand... I can't believe yer here... Angel... I feel yer touch... Oh God... Thank You... Thank You..."
"Aye, Lad," she nodded at emotive eyes, which were a glorious shade of blue. She rested her hand on his wet cheek and used a piece of gauze to wipe the tears away. The tube in his mouth didn't stop his eloquent silent call. She heard him quite clearly. "Yer welcome, Sweet Vin... and yer safe. Did I not tell ye I'd take care of ye? Yer in a hospital and we're all here to help ye. This is the doctor, she's going to take that tube from yer throat. It's gonna be a wee bit frightnin' fer a minute or two, but I'm here and so is yer Chris."
"Hey Cowboy," Chris greeted warmly, taking Vin's other hand and giving it a good tug. Vin didn't appear to hear him, his eyes were still trained on Mollie. He gripped the hand tighter, recalling the Major's words and realizing how confused his best friend must be.
"All right then, Vin, I'll be right here," Mollie moved away and saw the eyes grow frantic as the Major moved in, then once he realized he could still see her, he calmed down.
"Okay, Vin, I'm going to take the tape off now," Kendra kept her voice low and even and kept an eye on his monitor, which was a little jumpy. She gently removed the tape and waited, "There now, that wasn't so bad. Now I need you to listen carefully. I want you to take a deep breath, as deep as you can. Then you wait for me to say "EXHALE" and then I'll take the tube out. Okay?" She moved her dark eyes to his hand, watching his finger tap the sheet once. "Good, now take a deep breath." She waited and saw his chest rise and moved into place. "EXHALE!" She pulled the tube out and turned him, letting Mollie move to suction him.
"What's wrong?" Chris asked, as Vin coughed and his body jerked. The gagging sound had him alarmed, so did the frantic blue Tanner eyes. "Take it easy, Vin..." he gripped the hand harder and eyed the doctor.
"That's normal, Mollie's going to remove the excess by suctioning his mouth."
"There now," Mollie cooed, finishing her task as her patient sank back weakly against the bed. "I know that's nasty, but it's done and ye did fine. Easy Lad..." she wiped his sweaty face with a damp cloth and saw the eyes peel open again. She rubbed some balm on his cracked lips and watched him close his eyes in comfort. "Aye, I bet that feels good. We're going to move ye to a new bed and put some oxygen on ye. Then I'll give ye some ice chips, won't that be lovely?" She saw the eyes blink and smiled. "I'll be seein' ye in a wee minute."
With a silent protest, Chris moved out of the room, as Sandy and the Major moved Vin's gurney out of the isolation chamber. With well practiced moves, they settled him in his new bed. The single IV remained in his arm, quickly hooked up to the new pole.
"Fifty percent oxygen by facemask," Kendra directed, pulling the rail up and letting Mollie ease the facemask on the anxious patient.
"Can I give him water?" Chris asked, nodding his thanks to Sandy for moving a chair as close to Vin's side as was physically possible. He settled into the chair and instantely latched onto Vin's hand, which was dangling out of the rail.
"No, not until later this afternoon, when we're sure he won't need to be put back on the ventilator. " Sandy answered, "A couple hours, Chris, then you get some rest." He saw the blond head dip and left with the Major.
"I'll get some ice, ye can give him ice chips." Mollie turned to Vin and lowered her face, smiling as his eyes perked up. "I'll be right back, in the meantime ye can visit with yer Chris. Best foot forward, now, I warned ye about yer manners." She moved out of his line of vision, but kept close enough to watch. It was time to pull back and let nature take over. He needed to find his way back to home. The brows creased and the blue eyes narrowed as a space replaced the line of vision where she had been standing. She stole a look at Chris Larabee, who was patiently waiting for Vin to find him. "Yer a smart Lad," she thought to herself, knowing how worried he was but realizing he couldn't push Vin or force him. The hands remained locked in place and slowly the head turned. For a second, they stared at each other, then Chris leaned closer and Vin cocked his head. His eyes narrowed as he studied the face before him.
"Hey Vin, It sure is good to see you looking back at me." Chris said evenly, although his heart was pounding. The hand was so thin, every finger a fragile reminder of the horrid ordeal and weight loss. He saw Vin flinch and realized how delicate the frail hand was. "Sorry." He eased his grip and sighed. What was that blank look? Temporary confusion or brain damage? He shifted in the chair, trying to think of something to say. "Jesus, Mollie can't stop talkin' and I can't start." He shifted again and watched the eyes following him. He noticed that Vin's hand relaxed and the monitor was even. Mollie slid by, putting a large cup of ice on the bedstand and held out a spoon.
"Can ye manage?" she asked Chris, who nodded and slipped his hand free. "Just slip the mask up, give him a spoonful and then put it back. Just a wee bit of ice, now, don't overdo." Mollie positioned the cup securely between the bedside and rail. She popped the lid, making it easy for the one-armed man to care for his friend. She saw Vin's head moving, following her every motion. She leaned over and smiled, stroking his face. "It's a long night I had and I need a wee nap. Yer in good hands with yer Chris. Ye keep a civil tongue!" She teased and moved away.
Chris frowned as Vin's face deflated. His head craned weakly until he couldn't see her anymore. He hesitated a moment, then he tapped Vin's leg. The head slowly turned, the same blank face staring at him.
"How about some ice?" Chris asked and saw Vin nod once. "Okay, I'm gonna just move your mask for a second, I won't hurt you." His own hand trembled as Vin's eyes almost appeared wounded. Did that last phrase ring a bell? He slid the mask up and then scooped out some ice. The bed was raised at a perfect angle and he waited, the spoon hovering nearby. "There you go," he eased, screwing his mouth up when some of the ice slid down Vin's chin. "You're still a sloppy drinker, Cowboy. Can't take you anywhere." He caught the fleeing chips and slid them between the parted lips. Vin's eyes shut and a weak moan of pleasure escaped his colorless lips. Small wonder, going all this time with a dry mouth. "Nectar of the gods, huh?" he asked.
"...damn m'chest hurts... why's m'heart hammerin'... Angel... damn... I'm shakin' all over... ice... hell yeah..." Vin nodded and watched the blond man carefully. Every time he looked at those green eyes, he felt such a warm tide rise, it engulfed him, taking his breath. He felt... felt... safe... that was it. "...God that's good... damn ice never tasted like this... " he closed his eyes as the remnants dribbled out of his mouth. He didn't care, it was wonderful sucking on the few he'd captured. The blond was talking again. "...cowboy?... cowboy?..." Suddenly Mollie's words slammed into his skull, causing the eyes to jerk wide open. "...yer Chris... yer Chris.." that's what she'd called him. "...my Chris?... my... my... Chris!" Suddenly the strong blond man with the intense green eyes was more than a name. Every memory crashed back and his chin wavered, he raised his hand, his eyes wide in joyful sanction. He moved his lips under the mask as his shaking hand sought what he needed to feel.
Chris smiled broadly as the hand touched his face and the lips parted under the clear plastic mask. The brief cloud of condensation didn't cover the one word that silently was formed on the pale lips. "It's about damn time, Tanner," he growled, then grinned like a fool. The silent call of his name was never so eloquent. He settled back in the chair, keeping his hand locked in his best friend's. His fears were resolved and he saw the blue eyes filling up again. They fought to stay open and he frowned. "Get some shuteye, Vin," he ordered, as the eyes continued to fight. He felt the weak hand try to grip him better. "I'll be right here, Cowboy, you got my word."
"...damn that feels good..." Vin sighed as he surrendered.
The exhale was barely audible, but to Chris Larabee it sounded like an orchestra. Vin was totally relaxed; resting contentedly, safe in green harbor.
Fresh from her nap, with a hot shower and clean clothes to her credit, Mollie headed back to the ER to check on her trio of patients. She saw from a distance that they were all in various stages of sleep. Vin, of course, was under deep; Chris was just rousing, stiffly moving his injured limbs around the tangle of sheets; Buck was standing, doubled over slightly, coughing into a large paper towel. He deposited it into a trash can and was cleaning his hands with a premoistened antibacterial towlette, when she approached. She studied the handsome profile and felt herself warm inside. Before she knew it, that silly smile was on her face.
"Careful, Lass," she warned herself, calming down the butterflies that hovered in her stomach.
"Hey, I'm ready for my bath," Buck wheezed, wiggling his eyebrows and giving cause for Chris to groan loudly.
"Your animal magnetism is gonna put me back in the ICU," Chris muttered, letting Mollie steady him on the side of the bed. He took the cold bottle of ice tea she offered and took a healthy swig.
"Thanks..."
"Yer welcome," she eyed him carefully, he looked much better. "See how nice you do up when ye behave. Ye look nearly human," she decided, "I'll check on yer two mates and they we'll see about gettin' rid of that lovely smell ye've picked up."
Chris took two sniffs and managed half-a-smile, "Guess I am a bit ripe..."
"Hey... Hey... How 'bout them hands of gold giving the old Buckmeister a good scrub." Buck pleaded his case as the pretty nurse met him halfway and locked her arm in his.
"Is that what that smell is?" she wrinkled her nose in distaste "...animal magnetism is it? Nothin' that a nice hot shower won't cure. Yer mates should be here soon and bring ye proper clothes."
"Now hold on!" Buck protested, disolving into a fit of coughs. Chris raised his ice tea bottle in a mock salute, grinning lewdly, which only made Buck more fiesty. "How come he gets you and I don't?"
"Comes with the title," Chris comforted as he gingerly made his way to Vin's side. He noticed the oxygen mask was replaced by a nose cannula.
"Now, don't tell me I was wrong about that big heart of yers and those dancin' eyes." Mollie cocked her head and watched his smile form. "Surely, ye've a wee bit of compassion fer the poor Lad, him with only one arm and a bum leg. Don't ye be fergettin' his concussion."
"Shut up, Chris!" Buck laughed as the blond eased himself into a chair, sat his bottle of tea on the side and lifted his lips just a enough to grate on the large man. Buck's smile increased when his loud voice brought Vin's eyes open. He looked awful. He was a ghastly shade between gray and pale; his lips were even colorless. He'd lost weight and the hair pulled back into a knot behind him made him seem much younger and ever more gaunt.
"Hey Slick!" Buck boomed, striding to the side of the bed, "Damn it's good to see them baby blues of yours." The smile disappeared from his face when Vin's eyes went wide with suspicion, with just a hint of fear reflecting back at him. His stomach fell when Vin pulled back from his approach, trying to force his frail body further into the bed. He slid sideways, closer to Chris and his hands gripped the sheets tightly.
"Take it easy, Vin, it's just Buck." Chris addressed the startled younger man's apprehension. "Buck Wilmington. You remember Buck, he's a friend, a good one. Vin?"
Vin stared hard at the mustached face hovering near the side of the bed. Buck? Slick? Friend? Chris wouldn't lie... he studied the face harder, but his heart hammered loudly, sounding out an alarm. A silent voice whispered in his ear, of blame and guilt. Another face appeared, a young man with dark hair and hazel eyes. A black man in a pool of blood. The voice came back, sneering of this dark-haired man's contempt. He shook his head, trying to dispell the seeds of culpability, planted by the villianess weeks before.
"Vin?" Buck's voice nearly disappeared and when Vin shrank back, there was no mistaking the body language. "Fuck..." he whispered, brushing past Mollie and down to the far side of the room.
"Buck!" Chris called, "Come back here... dammit... Buck..." Chris stood, trying to will his body to split in half.
"I'll go," Mollie offered, nodding to Vin. "Yer the one he needs to hear."
"Vin, look at me!" Chris directed sharply. The weak body rolled sideways, curling up into a fit of coughing. "Shit!" Chris moved forward, using his single arm awkwardly. He managed to snake it under Vin's arm and pull him upright. "Sit up, you'll choke. Spit that shit out..." He left go of the wavering body long enough to get a tissue under Vin's mouth. Once the phlegm was disposed of, he gave Vin a heaping spoon of ice chips. Vin turned his body back and rested against the bed. The head turned at stared at him curiously. As soon as Buck left, the hands lost their death grip on the sheets and the body relaxed. The eyes lost their will to remain open, slowly sliding shut as the last bit of ice was consumed.
"Buck's a good man, Vin, he's a close friend. You can trust him, Vin," Chris said gently, watching the last shard of blue eyes regarding him before they lost their battle. Chris slumped back in the chair and took a long swig of his ice tea. He wiped the excess from his upper lip, keeping his eyes on the ailing body. Something inside made him believe Vin heard him. The background info on Jamie that Mary dug up came back to haunt him. The drugs she used on Vin were linked to preconceived ideas; sick thoughts planted into the pliable drugged mind. Would Vin's nightmare ever be over?
"Fuckin bitch!" he hissed, gripping his fist and eyeing Vin's face, still troubled in his sleep.
When Mollie caught up to Buck, he was outside on the patio. Once the infection was determined to be bacterical and spread by direct contact, the ban was lifted. The small patio was outside the end of the large floor. It had a scattering of chairs and tables, the large trees gave it a restful look. He was slumped on a bench under on of the trees. The handsome face was open and easily read. He was leaning forward, his elbows resting near his knees. His hands trembled slightly and his eyes were so wounded, they were painful to look at. She thought on her actions and sat down, taking one hand in both of hers and holding on. For several minutes, they sat like that, until he finally spoke.
"I did that to him, Mollie."
She winced at the pain in his voice and saw it reflected so clearly in his eyes. She moved one hand upwards, brushing the dark hair from his forehead. "No, ye didn't. The Major told ye about the medicine and the coma and the aftereffects of this..."
"No... no... not that..." Buck sighed, biting his lower lip, "I know he's confused, he'll get over that. You saw his face, he damn near tried to burrow in the bed when I..." Buck stopped to take a deep breath. He cast his eyes at the brilliant afternoon sky. How had everything gone so wrong? "He blames me, Mollie. You saw his face... How can I take that away?"
The voice was barely a whisper and she saw the weariness in the deep blue eyes. "It's been weighin' on ye, hasn't it? Ye've been shootin' down the sheep at night?"
"What?" Buck found a small smile. "Losing sleep?" He shrugged and shook his head a bit. "Why didn't she just kill me outright?"
"If ye start wadin' in yer pity puddle, I'm leavin' ye... " She warned, "Ye know the answer to that as well as I do. She's dancin' a jig with Lucifer and still yer lettin' her win. Do you not see? This is what she wanted. To make ye suffer."
"Yeah, well, she succeeded," Buck spat out tersly, then jumped and brought his head up when the musical lilting voice turned into sharp, harsh notes.
"Stop it," Mollie turned his shoulders to face her, "I won't have that bitch take ye with her. Look at me!" she waited until he turned, his face studying hers intently. She lowered her voice and moved her hand to rest against his cheek. "This job's carried me to all four corners of this fine world Buck Wilmington. I've seen sights that would curl yer hair. I've worked with Sandy and Kendra in filth and muck. I know what's its like to fight the devil for a soul. To chase a fever away and feel sweet breath against me cheek." She paused and felt his eyes on her. "What ye did on that beach, for yer friend, was the bravest thing I've ever heard. So don't ye disgrace that by lettin' her win. He needs ye, Buck, be patient with him. Ye know she used drugs on him... twisted his mind up. Give him some time, give him a wee bit of that fine heart, that's what he needs."
Buck not only nearly drowned in the words offered, but lost himself in those gorgeous emerald eyes. He chased a stray curl with his finger and saw in the sunlight, just how beautiful she was. He pulled her forward and kissed her forehead, before cupping her chin and finding a smile.
"You're beautiful Mollie, you know that," his voice was low and he traced a finger down her shirt over her collarbond and tapped just under it, "... and that starts from here." He saw her blush and felt her breath quicken. He smiled and pulled her head down, so it rested on his broad shoulder. He wrapped his large arm around her slim shoulder and decided it felt good. They sat for some time, basking in the sun peeking shyly through the treetop.
"So how far is Elkton?" Buck finally broke the peaceful air, inquiring on the elopement capital. Her laugh was sweet and gave him a broad grin. "I read about a judge up there that's an Elvis impersonator. He does the vows in a white vinyl suit, singin' and swivelin' his hips."
"What a romantic!" she giggled.
"Oh, it gets better," Buck grinned, "Yesterday's paper had a coupon for a diner in them parts that has a $5.99 dinner buffet."
"...and generous too..." she quipped, relaxing as his fingers stroked her arm.
"Make me a promise?" Buck said, his voice serious. She drew her head up and looked at him. "When this crud finally leaves me, will you share a sunset, some wine and a lobster dinner?"
She held back a smile and snuggled back down against the strong shoulder. "All for $5.99?"
she teased and drank in the wonderful sound of a deep laugh. She felt his arm tighten on her shoulder and felt his lips brush the top of her head. "Aye, Lad, I'd like that..."
Chris jerked away when a hand rested on his shoulder. He looked up just in time to see a pair of lips descending. "Mary?" he managed, before she kissed him.
"How you feeling?"
"A little stiff and sore," he shrugged, turning back to Vin.
"It's good to see him out of that room," Mary decided, moving by Chris to study Vin better.
"...that prison..." the leader decided, "He's so weak..." Chris's voice trailed away, "He can't even talk, the ventilator rubbed his throat raw. But Major Taylor says if he stays on the IV treatment for ten more days, does his breathing exercises, gets rest and starts eating, he can leave here once he's off the IV."
Mary noticed he didn't use the words 'go home'. "Speaking of leaving, I'm on the six p.m flight to Denver. I've got that profile on the governor and I'm traveling with him and his aides all week.
"My profile's better," Chris said seductively, sliding his hand over her hip.
"You won't get any argument from me," Mary answered, kissing him again. "I talked to Buck earlier, did he tell you?"
"No," Chris said, glancing at the path where he disappeared.
"A couple hours ago. He agreed to talk about it, but not yet, he's not ready. He's not going back to Denver for awhile." She paused as Chris's head rose. "Unfortunately, Orin talked to him too. He's been suspended for five weeks for use of excessive force against Kennedy. But in a way he was relieved. I don't think he's ready to go back, his voice sounded... distant?"
"He's got some healing to do," Chris agreed, "Jesus, he's been through hell and back, I think we all need some down time. I've got six weeks until this this comes off," Chris motioned to his injured left shoulder. The Major warned me about the side effects of the concussion."
"So when are you coming home?" Mary asked, watching him study Vin.
"When's he's ready, however long it takes."
"You slay me, cowboy," she murmured, feeling his devotion to Vin like a tidal wave. She drew him close, before two bodies appeared.
"Keep it clean, kids," Josiah's dry voice advised. "How you doing, Boss?" He extended his hand, which Chris took and let the larger man pull him up.
"I'm doing time with my Lady," Chris tossed back, "Nothing personal," he nodded to Ezra who returned one with a sly smile as the pair strolled towards the private visiting area. As he turned back, he noticed Vin blinking, startled awake by Josiah's deep voice. He saw Vin's eyes dart around and his head rise slightly, watching Chris leave.
"Easy, Brother," Josiah reassured, careful not to startle Vin further by touching him. Instead he remained in Chris's vacated chair. "He'll be back, he's visiting with Mary Travis."
Mary Travis. Vin eyed the slim blond woman walking by Chris and his eyebrows raised in recognition. He turned back and looked at the crayon drawings on the wall. A small blond boy with an infectious laugh. A condo in a city with a beautiful mountain as a backdrop. A computer... typing... a newspaper. He nodded, he knew Mary.
"You remember Mary?" Josiah saw the heavy eyes glued to the crayon drawings. "There from Billy, he missed you. J.D. was a little under the weather, he's back at the hotel."
J.D.? Vin cocked his head and coughed, as an image appeared. A dark -haired youth racing down the ice after a puck. A warm smile, an enthusiastic face, a trusting pair of eyes... eyes of a friend. He felt a quick stab of pain then and furrowed his face, turning back in confusion to the large man in the chair. He stared hard at the cross hanging from the man's neck. He was drawn to the hand made silver piece. His hand wobbled, but managed to reach out, fingertips brushing against the metal. He blinked and swallowed, coughing so hard, he doubled over. Four sets of arms moved in, splitting duties. Two gathered him up easily, turning him sideways and tapping his back. The other two appeared with a towel.
"Dispose of that," Ezra advised, holding a cloth under Vin's lips. He saw the wary eyes regarding him as the phlegm disappeared. "Well done, Mr. Tanner."
Vin's eyes drew near each other in confusion again. He knew these men. He felt the larger one turned pillows and easing him easily back onto the bed. The strong hands guided a spoonful of ice towards him and he accepted it, munching happily. The cross dangled in front of him, spinning on the rough chain. He reached out again, touching it and looking at the graying hair atop the kind face.
"...siah?"
It was a rough whisper, but it brought two broad smiles. Josiah leaned down and nodded, patting the top of the shaky, thin hand. "Yeah, Son, it's me, Josiah Sanchez. Good to have you back in the fold." He saw Vin nestle into a cloud of contentment, relaxing as familiarity brought comfort. Then he saw the blue eyes study Ezra again.
"Hell, Vin, that's only Ezra, no cause for alarm."
"Thank you," Ezra replied sarcastically. "It is good to see you amongst the living again, My Friend."
"Fuzzy snake..." Vin blurted in a rasp of a whisper, wincing in pain. His eyes wide in blue recognition.
"That's about the best description of Brother Standish I've ever heard," Josiah decided, joining Ezra in a round of laughter.
"I'll drink to that," Buck added, clapping Ezra's shoulder, "Good to see you Ace!"
"Likewise," Ezra grinned, feeling relieved that the sun finally rose after weeks of dark despair. Chris and Mary wandered back and Vin's bed was buzzing with the chatter of warm voices over heartfelt smiles.
Vin watched them all carefully, feeling utterly content. He didn't have all the pieces yet and still the confusion gnawed at him, but with them here, nearby, he could fight through the fog.
"Here," Mollie said, nudging Buck's hand. "The Major okayed him to have water. He's breathing good, we don't anticipate the ventilator returning. "I'm bettin' his stomach think's his throats been cut..."
"I don't think this is a good idea," Buck denied, trying to give the platic cup back.
"That's yer problem, Bucko, ye think to much and hurt yer arse." She snapped a lid on the cup and stuck a straw in, pushing him over towards the patient. "Go on..."
"Hey Vin," Buck tried to sound confident, his guts churning as the large blue eyes studied him. "How 'bout a drink? I'm buyin'!" He waited and watched the blank face remain expressionless. His heart sank and his hand wavered, before the head cocked.
Vin stared hard at the man before him, offering more than water. He looked past the dark blue eyes, deep inside the tall man. Feelings rose strongly inside him, trust , faith, kindness, strength, laughter, generosity and bravery. That was the strongest feeling and he nodded, accepting the gift. It was so sweet, he groaned as the cool liquid slid down his throat. He closed his eyes, sated like a greedy king on a throne. The straw was taken away and he swallowed the last of the liquid over his tender throat. A word formed and burst forth, surprising both him and the gift-giver.
"Buck...lin..." Vin rasped weakly, sending his gratitude with his eyes. He saw the other blue eyes fill up and a broad smile form under the mustache. He felt that large hand grip his smaller one and left it here, letting it become his anchor as he slipped away in a sea of tranquility.
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