Judith's POV
Judith's POV
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Judith's POV By Ayme
It’s so hard not to fall for this tall, handsome, intelligent man I thought to myself as I lightly skimmed my fingers over the tendrils of blonde hair that swept across his visage while he lay sleeping peacefully for once. It was touch and go for awhile; his lungs weren’t healing well and we thought we’d have to intubate Hutch at one point. And I never felt as helpless as when it looked like we might lose him. Yes, losing a patient is hard for any doctor or nurse or EMT, but it’s also part of the job. Much like losing a suspect or an innocent victim is part of a cop’s job. But we’re supposed to stay professional about it. It’s okay to be sympathetic, yet you need to maintain some distance. That’s the only way you make it in this business without having a nervous breakdown. But here I was, almost as upset as Dave or their Captain was, watching Hutch die a more each day. I know a medical professional is not supposed to fall for their patients. They need to maintain an emotional distance in order to objectively treat them. My head keeps telling my heart that, but it doesn’t want to listen. It’s hard to look into those eyes and be objective. This wasn’t some Florence Nightingale notion; I was attracted to the blonde detective while working together to find Thomas Callendar and a serum for the plague he carried. We moved Hutch to a regular room yesterday and I finally convinced Dave to take a much needed break and get some rest and some good food – not the cafeteria junk he’s been eating. He did so with some reluctance, but once I assured him that Hutch was slowly improving and would probably sleep for quite some time- well, it made it easier for Dave to take that step. ***** After two weeks in the hospital, Hutch is finally going home. I don’t know who was happier – Starsky or Hutch himself. Dr. Meredith had to get back to Alabama, so he left at the beginning of the week and I leave the day after tomorrow. Most of my time was spent with Hutch – that is when I wasn’t checking on other patients, writing out reports and lab data, or sleeping. He’s an easy guy to be with. It would be so effortless to fall for him. But I have to get back to Alabama myself. That’s where my home and my career are. I have to keep reminding myself not to start anything that has no future.
The next two days Hutch cajoled and implored me to stay, just for another weekend. One with no lab, no chloride smells, no virus to battle. Oh, how I wanted to; just to let my guard down for once and lose myself in those beautiful blue eyes. But I couldn’t give in, no matter how much I wanted. I allowed the two detectives to drive me to the airport the day I left for home. Hutch really shouldn’t’ve come, he was still weak, but he insisted. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. It turned out the reason he insisted is that he wanted more time to try to get me to change my mind. I smiled into that handsome face and declined his invitation again, gentling it with a smile. Some women would call me crazy to turn down an offer like that, not to mention the man. But when I walked to the gate, I did so with my head held high and few regrets. Perhaps someday I’ll make a trip back to Los Angeles and look up Ken Hutchinson and take him up on his offer. Perhaps not; sometimes dreams are better left as just dreams. |
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