A drabble about "The Fix."

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from "Starsky and Hutch." I do occasionally borrow them, but never with fraudulent intent or with an eye to monetary gain.

Unfixable

By e-pony

I huddle on an unfamiliar bed, the shattered pieces of my mind scattered as broken glass. Sounds drift through the window from the streets below – the discordant hustle of people going about their lives. But it all seems distant, something I was once part of and can no longer share. In this room, time has ceased, frozen by a need I cannot name.

A gentle presence reaches for me with ghostly fingers, and a soft voice whispers close. But my shuttered lips refuse to answer.

As I lie in shivering silence, all I can do is wonder: "Am I unfixable?"