The Sentinel/General/Belief
Title: Belief
Fandom: The Sentinel
Characters: Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg
Prompt: 046. Pray, Table 1
Word Count: 483
Rating: PG-13 - angst, pain
Summary: While Blair fights for his life, Jim prays.
Author's Notes: m/m couple; I do not own The Sentinel or any of the characters. This is written for entertainment purposes only. No money is made from this endeavor. Table Link
I sit in the pew, looking up at the stained glass window shining with the sun coming through. I came in here to be alone, to think, to wonder how it could have gone so wrong in such a short time. One minute we were crossing the street towards his car and the next, he's pushing me out of the way and I hear the impact of car against body. I turn in time to see him flying through the air and landing in a heap near the curb.
I quickly get to my feet and discover that I've twisted my ankle. That is the least of my problems now. My life is lying several feet away, unconscious and bleeding. As I make my way over to him, I get out my cell phone, calling 911. I fall to my knees beside his still form. I check for a pulse, letting out the breath I was holding when I find a strong pulse.
"Thank goodness. You can't die on me, Blair Sandburg. I can't take it again. Not now, when you mean the world to me."
I don't move him, other than to make sure he's breathing okay. He could have serious injuries, internal injuries and I don't want to take the chance I would hurt him more. I can't do that to my love.
The ambulance arrived and whisked him away to the hospital. They took me in another ambulance after the police got my statement. I wanted to go with Blair, but I knew, being a police officer, that they needed my report. At least the driver of the car had stopped. He didn't have to be tracked down. It was obvious he had been drinking. I wanted to kill him, but I knew Blair needed me at the hospital. And I needed to go there to make sure he survived.
He was in surgery for over six hours. He has so many injuries that it will take a long time for him to recover fully. Even now, he's still unconscious. The doctors are doing that so that he can heal without having to tax his body. But it's so hard to see him like that. They only let me in his room for fifteen minutes every hour.
That's why I came here. I saw the doors leading to the chapel and walked inside. Blair and I can use all the help we can get. I came in here, sat down and prayed silently for the recovery of my love. I've never been much for organized religion, having enough of that growing up, having it forced onto me. But I've always believed in a higher power, a God, a supreme being. So I say a prayer for Blair for his recovery. I continue to sit here; occasionally sighing and hoping Blair is getting better. I think I'll stay a little longer.
Fandom: The Sentinel
Characters: Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg
Prompt: 046. Pray, Table 1
Word Count: 483
Rating: PG-13 - angst, pain
Summary: While Blair fights for his life, Jim prays.
Author's Notes: m/m couple; I do not own The Sentinel or any of the characters. This is written for entertainment purposes only. No money is made from this endeavor. Table Link
I sit in the pew, looking up at the stained glass window shining with the sun coming through. I came in here to be alone, to think, to wonder how it could have gone so wrong in such a short time. One minute we were crossing the street towards his car and the next, he's pushing me out of the way and I hear the impact of car against body. I turn in time to see him flying through the air and landing in a heap near the curb.
I quickly get to my feet and discover that I've twisted my ankle. That is the least of my problems now. My life is lying several feet away, unconscious and bleeding. As I make my way over to him, I get out my cell phone, calling 911. I fall to my knees beside his still form. I check for a pulse, letting out the breath I was holding when I find a strong pulse.
"Thank goodness. You can't die on me, Blair Sandburg. I can't take it again. Not now, when you mean the world to me."
I don't move him, other than to make sure he's breathing okay. He could have serious injuries, internal injuries and I don't want to take the chance I would hurt him more. I can't do that to my love.
The ambulance arrived and whisked him away to the hospital. They took me in another ambulance after the police got my statement. I wanted to go with Blair, but I knew, being a police officer, that they needed my report. At least the driver of the car had stopped. He didn't have to be tracked down. It was obvious he had been drinking. I wanted to kill him, but I knew Blair needed me at the hospital. And I needed to go there to make sure he survived.
He was in surgery for over six hours. He has so many injuries that it will take a long time for him to recover fully. Even now, he's still unconscious. The doctors are doing that so that he can heal without having to tax his body. But it's so hard to see him like that. They only let me in his room for fifteen minutes every hour.
That's why I came here. I saw the doors leading to the chapel and walked inside. Blair and I can use all the help we can get. I came in here, sat down and prayed silently for the recovery of my love. I've never been much for organized religion, having enough of that growing up, having it forced onto me. But I've always believed in a higher power, a God, a supreme being. So I say a prayer for Blair for his recovery. I continue to sit here; occasionally sighing and hoping Blair is getting better. I think I'll stay a little longer.