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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 30.
Vic followed Claudette out of the visitor�s room, and down towards the same room that hlastlast seen Dutch in, when he�d lain so pale and still surrounded by wires and machines.
It had been a week since Vic had last seen Dutch, and with everything that had happened it had felt like the longest week of his life. Claudette led the way into Dutch�s room and Vic was pleased that he�d barely hesitated before following on behind her. Turning to him Claudette said,
"He looks better don�t you think?"
Finally looking at the man lying in the bed Vic had to acknowledge that she was right, he did look better, superficially at least. The most obvious improvement was the removal of the ventilator. The absence of its mechanical, methodical whooshing noise making the room seem a little less intimidating. That Dutch�s chest rose and fell under it�s own volition, softly, barely moving now he was asleep, was a relief to see after the regimented, regular, unnatural movement forced on him by the ventilator. While the equipment monitoring Dutch�s heart beat and blood pressure still remained in place, it�s steady beeping was reassuring, almost calming.
Stepping up closer to the bed Vic looked down at Dutch. He looked peaceful in his sleep, the bruising that had stood out so starkly the last time Vic had seen him was faded, and had virtually all but disappeared. He wasn�t so pale either, his cheeks were actually flushed a little pink. Although when he noted the light sheen of sweat on his forehead, and remembered Claudette saying he had a slight fever, he supposed that the colour was probably due to the fever, and so wasn�t quite as healthy as it looked. However, he turned to Claudette and said,
"Yeah, you�re right, he does look a lot better."
"Here sit down, and stay for a minute." Claudette said obviously pleased that he agreed with her assessment of Dutch�s condition. As she indicated an empty chair beside her she continued, "I can only stay for another hour before I have to get to work, but you don�t have to rush off just yet do you?"
Not feeling comfortable enough to sit down and relax Vic remained standing, and for a second he considered lying, and making good his escape, but then he felt guilty. He thought back to that awful night that had had such an impact on all their lives. Vic remembered sitting on the floor of Dutch�s bedroom. He�d sat next to Dutch and had held one of his ice-cold hands in his own, while waiting for the paramedics, and had silently promised the unconscious man, and himself, that he�d be there for him. He�d promised that he wouldn�t let Dutch face his demons alone again. Now was the time for him to start to live up to that promise. So forcing a small smile on his face he replied,
"No�no I don�t have to rush off yet, I can stay for a little while." Then he looked into Claudette�s eyes, and hoped he was communicating his sincerity to her when he continued, "and I�m gonna be here a lot more from now on Claudette, now that�well now that other business has been taken care of. I didn�t�I couldn�t help Dutch that night, but I can sure as hell try and help now now."
Claudette had just opened her mouth to reply when a slight moan from the man in the bed caused both hers and Vic�s attention to focus there.
Vic leant forward as he watched Dutch�s face, feeling both trepidation and a slight thrill of expectation, as he realised Dutch was waking up. Dutch�s head moved slightly from side to side on his pillow, and a tiny frown creased his forehead, as he struggled to emerge from his drugged lethargy. His lips parted, and his breathing quickened and deepened as his eyelashes fluttered, and finally his eyes slid slowly open.
Claudette stood up and leant over the bed, one hand resting on the metal rail that was raised at the side of the bed, and her other hand gently coming to rest over Dutch�s right hand as it lay against his sheets. She smiled, and sought to establish eye contact with Dutch, as she spoke softly,
"Well look who�s woken up. How are you feeling son? Thirsty I�ll bet huh, let me get you some water ok?"
When she spoke the sound of her voice must have triggered a sense of recognition in Dutch�s obviously rather drug addled brain, because he smiled up at her.
She straightened up, and turned away, reaching out to retrieve a sealed plastic beaker with a slightly raised section in the lid for drinking out of. It reminded Vic of the trainer cups that his children used to have when they�d first been leaning to drink out of a cup instead of a bottle. Turning his attention from Claudette and back to Dutch he saw that Dutch was entirely focused on her, and at her mention of water his tongue had briefly flicked out over his lips, as if he hadn�t quite realised he was thirsty until she�d mentioned it. He completely ignored Vic, and Vic was pretty sure he was oblivious to his presence.
Claudette turned back to Dutch and leaning forward again she said,
"Here you go."
She slipped her left hand under his head, and helped him lift it off the pillow, as she brought the beaker up to his lips. Tilting it gently she let Dutch take a couple of swallows of water before she moved the cup away, and let his head rest on his pillow again.
His voice sounding croaky from disuse Dutch quietly said,
"Thanks."
Vic didn�t think he�d ever heard such a wonderful sound before, and he let out a little sigh of relief. More than anything that single word seemed to signal for him the truth that Dutch really was getting better.
Claudette smiled down at Dutch and then she brightly said,
"Look who�s come to see you."
She turned to look at Vic, and Dutch turned his head and followed here gaze with his eyes. Vic stepped forward plastering a smile on his face, and wiping his suddenly sweaty hands on the material of his jeans.
Dutch looked at him with glazed, slightly unfocused, eyes a confused expression on his face. Vic widened his smile, and reached out to gently pat Dutch�s hand, saying as he did so,
"Hey Dutchboy how�s it going?"
Dutch frowned, the look of puzzlement on his face almost comical, as he narrowed his eyes and tried to focus on Vic. Dutch�s voice also betrayed his confusion when he asked,
"Vic?"
Slowly his eyes dropped from Vic�s face, and he looked down to where Vic�s hand had come to rest on his. Then very deliberately Dutch pulled his hand out from underneath Vic�s. The action caused Vic�s stomach to clench, and he pulled his own hand back towards himself, holding it against his chest, clenched into a fist.
Then Claudette spoke, her concern evident in her tone,
"What is it Dutch? What�s wrong?"
Then everything began to happen at once, and Vic felt even more of his world come crashing down around his ears.
He looked up into Dutch�s face, and felt sick at the fear he saw there. As much as he could Dutch had pulled himself as far away from Vic as he could get. His eyes were wide, still glazed, but they were focused entirely on Vic�s face. His lips were moving, and just as in that terrible dream Vic had had a couple of nights earlier, he could hear Dutch muttering,
"No, no, no, no, no�" over and over again.
Just then an alarm on one of the machines on the other side of Dutch�s bed began to scream shrilly, rapidly followed by another.
Claudette reached out for Dutch as she said,
"It�s alright Dutch it�s Vic�it�s only Vic."
Looking at her, and hearing the anguish in his own voice, Vic told her,
"I think that�s the problem."
He began to back away from the bed just as the door burst open and several nurses rushed in. Vic turned, and all but ran from the room having to get away, ignoring Claudette when she called out his name.
Once out of Dutch�s room Vic didn�t stop, he ignored the elevators, not wanting to have to wait for one, and took the stairs. He flew down them two at a time, and left the hospital, and made straight for his car. In no time he was pulling out into the traffic and with no firm destination in mind Vic just drove, trying to put as much distance between himself and the hospital as possible.
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