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Disclaimer: - I don’t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Adam Chapter 7
Claudette wouldn’t like to admit it, even to herself, but the sound of the click as Doctor Kim unlocked the door to Dutch’s hospital room made something, some part of herself, deep down inside twist and tie itself up in painful knots. She could feel her heart thudding against her rib cage and quickly glanced at Captain Aceveda and the doctor sure for one nonsensical moment that they would surely be able to hear it. Neither of the men returned her look, the doctor’s face a professional mask, and Captain Aceveda’s serious and tense with an uncertainty and nervousness around his eyes that she felt sure was reflected in her own.
As the door opened and the doctor proceeded them into the room Claudette found herself straining to see past his back, over his shoulder, straining to see the person that if she was honest with herself she’d never really expected to see alive again.
There was a sound from the room like thin metal snapping back into shape after being bent. It sounded sharp and brittle and too loud to Claudette’s ears and made her jump ever so slightly, her body and emotions so tightly wound up that they felt as sharp and brittle as that sound. Then Doctor Kim stood aside and she could see him.
He stood by the window dressed in pale blue hospital scrubs that made him look somehow small and vulnerable. That impression was enhanced by the broad smile on his face, a smile that faltered when he saw them, when he looked past them and failed to see whomever it was he was expecting. That smile that at first faltered and then slowly faded and died made Claudette shudder. It was empty and unfeeling, it never reached his eyes, and it was cold. As if his facial muscles had been trained to contract in a certain way to approximate a genuine smile, but it was false and was as if he’d forgotten how to do the real thing.
Claudette’s eyes swept over his body from head to foot and back again. He looked…like Dutch. Maybe his hair was a little longer then he’d usually kept it before his disappearance, but it was only an inch or so and really just meant it flopped forward over his forehead a little more then it had done. He was perhaps a little thinner in the face, his cheekbones a little more prominent, his cheeks a little hollowed, but it was nothing excessive and if someone who didn’t know him so well or who wasn’t studying him so closely looked they probably wouldn’t even have noticed it.
It was the shocked look on Dutch’s face that really grabbed Claudette’s attention though. As he stared at them she could literally see the colour drain out of his already pale face until his skin became almost translucent under the harsh florescent lighting of the hospital room. His mouth dropped open and she could see fear skittering through his wide blue eyes.
Wanting to reassure him, to comfort him, to reach out and touch him and reassure herself that it really was him. That this was real and not just some cruel dream, but that it really was her partner and friend standing in front of her warm and substantial, not the elusive ghost she’d seen so many nights in her dreams, Claudette took a step forward and reached out a shaking hand to touch him. Gently she murmured,
"Dutch."
His response startled her so much she literally jumped back away from him.
He staggered backward away from her and looked at her aghast when she spoke his name. A heart wrenching,
"No." Spilled from his trembling lips.
As quickly as he could he retreated from them into the furthest corner of the room and dropping down to the floor he pressed himself as tightly into the corner as he could, his eyes squeezed shut as if to deny them existence.
Doctor Kim faltered for a moment obviously taken aback himself by the vehemence of Dutch’s reaction to them, but he rapidly recovered his equilibrium and with his arms open wide quickly ushered them back out of the room into the corridor outside.
The door was forcefully shut cutting off the sight of her friend squeezed into a corner of the room rocking backwards and forwards banging his head against one wall as he did so. Maybe more disturbing then that was the fact that the closed door also closed off the sound of him shouting out,
"Taylor, Taylor…where are you? I want Taylor…I want to go home!"
Claudette heard Doctor Kim call out to the nurse who was situated down the hallway at the nurse’s station, but after that all she could hear was the rush of blood in her ears as nausea welled up within her. Turning she found herself rushing down the corridor barely making it to the door of the women’s room and dropping down in front of a toilet being sick and sobbing at the same time.
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