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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Trespass � Chapter 23.
The white room was larger then Vic had thought it would be when he stepped inside behind Claudette and nurse Martinez. However, his perusal of his surroundings came to an abrupt end when he ended up nearly running into Claudette�s back when she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. A little annoyed Vic stepped around her and then realised why she�d stopped so abruptly. In front of them seeming to be swamped by all kinds of bleeping, whooshing equipment lay Dutch. He was so pale he seemed to be almost one with the bed he was lying on, it was difficult to see where he ended and the white bedding began. Except for the bruises on his face he was completely drained of any pallor, although at least the stark whiteness was an improvement on the frightening grey hue his face had begun to take on just before the paramedics had shown up back at his house. Vic looked at Claudette, who stood beside him and who still hadn�t moved. Her face was one of complete and utter shock, only the night before she�d said goodbye to her partner as he�d left work and now here he was lying in a hospital and despite the doctor�s reassurances he looked at death�s door. Vic reached out towards her, pausing slightly because he wasn�t sure if she would welcome his touch, but he laid his hand gently on her arm nevertheless. He hoped he could convey his silent support to her. He was relieved when she tore her gaze away from Dutch and turning towards him she smiled a slight, sad smile of acknowledgement.
Meanwhile nurse Martinez moved forward towards the bed letting them gather themselves and in a cheery voice that somehow sounded out of place in the solemn surroundings of the ICU room said,
"Hello Dutch it�s Inez, I told you I wouldn�t be gone for long. I brought two of your friends to see you. I�m just going to check that everything�s ok then they can come and sit with you."
Turning back towards Vic and Claudette as she busied herself checking the readings on the various machines around Dutch she told them,
"I�m sure Doctor Austin told you that even though Dutch is sedated at the moment we�d like to promote interaction with him. So as well as you speaking to him the staff also like to keep him informed about what�s happening to him, what we�re going to be doing."
With that she once again addressed the unmoving Dutch,
"Everything is fine Dutch, I�m just going to note down some readings on your chart and then I�ll go and get your friends a cup of coffee, they look like they could use one."
As she picked up a clipboard of papers from the end of Dutch�s bed and began to write she motioned to Vic and Claudette to come closer. Smiling reassuringly she gestured to the chairs by Dutch�s bedside,
"Please sit down and I�ll get you that coffee."
Slowlying ing forward to stand by the bed Claudette looked at the nurse,
"Thank you nurse Martinez."
"No problem, and please call me Inez."
With that she was gone, leaving Vic and Claudette standing over Dutch�s prone figure. Claudette slowly sank down into one of the chairs while Vic stayed standing staring down at Dutch min mind a whirl of conflicting emotions. He wanted, no needed to be here, but another part of him wanted to run, get away from this room with it�s silent unmoving occupant, disinfectant hospital smells and unfamiliar mechanical noises. All that guilt that seemed to be moving through his gut like a living thing seemed to be suffocating him. The pounding in his head intensified and for a moment he felt light-headed. Suddenly he felt a hand on his arm and Claudette�s concerned voice,
"Are you alright Vic? Here sit down before you fall down."
Unable to protest Vic let her drag him down into the chair next to her. He took a deep steadying breath as he reached up a shaky hand and wiped away beads of cold sweat from his forehead.
"Jesus," he said his voice as shaky as his hand. "This is all my fault�you were right Claudette I should have done something. Instead I just stood there and let them�let them�God he asked me for help you know and I did nothing�and then I�I became as bad as those perverts. He�ll never forgive me will he?"
Claudette was stunned by the amount of pain and bitter self-hatred she heard in Vic�s voice. He always seemed so sure of himself, so in control, the alpha wolf of the Strike Team pack, but now he sounded lost. All the anger she�d felt for him evaporated in that moment,
"Dutch won�t blame you Vic, I know it and�and I don�t blame you either." She told him.
He turned to her searching out her eyes, the uncertainty in his voice sounding foreign and out of place,
"You don�t�even though you know what I did�how I hurt him?"
"It wasn�t you it was them and they need to pay for what they did." She replied.
Vic looked at her intensely and said,
"Maybe we should have this conversation outside?"
Claudette nodded and then turned back to the quiet man in the bed beside them. Hesitantly she reached out one hand and gently took Dutch�s right hand in hers, squeezing his fingers hoping he knew she was there. Vic watched her hand in Dutch�s and then looked up at his face. It was relaxed in its drug-induced slumber; his brown hair was tousled and made him appear younger then when he was awake and alert. Vic frowned at the tube that was inserted into Dutch�s mouth and down his throat and dropping his gaze to Dutch�s chest watched as it moved up and down in time to the rhythm produced by the ventilator the tube was attached to. At least he looked peaceful, blissfully unaware of what was going on around him. Vic knew that that would change when he regained consciousness, then the true extent of the damage that had been caused by those animals, and he sadly acknowledged despite what Claudette or Aceveda had told him, himself would become obvious. Looking down to Claudette�s hand holding Dutch�s once more he saw her rubbing her thumb over Dutch�s knuckles, then leaning forward she quietly said,
"I�ll be back in a minute son, I�m just stepping outside I�m not leaving you."
Then with a final squeeze of his hand she let go and turned to Vic,
"We need to talk."
Nodding Vic stood up and moved aside for Claudette to move past him towards the door. He paused before he moved away and held out a hesitant hand towards Dutch�s forehead, but hastily withdrew it as if he thought his touch would somehow burn the other man. Sighing he turned and followed Claudette to the door.
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