The fake leather whined under the weight of my body. The hiss of the machine helping Phil breathe was loud and intrusive. I felt like it was mocking me, trying to prove that it could do something I couldn’t. I made that chair into my bed as I sat and prayed my partner would open his eyes. I reached up and slid the blinds back, allowing the new day to fill the sterile room. “You been here all night?” I looked up and saw Lenny standing in the door. He looked as bad as I felt. I stood up. “Yeah, I keep staring at him, expecting him to wake up.” He walked over to the bed. “He will.” “He better.” I stood to my feet. “What’s up? What you doin’ here?” “Forensics called. They came up empty on that shell casing. Heat from the round being fired burned off any print.” “Damn. I was really hoping that would’ve given us a solid lead.” Just then, a tall female doctor walked in; two nurses were on her heels. One of the nurses began to tend to the machines connected to Phil; the other started checking his IV lines and breathing tube.
