Danny lay back quietly on the exam table. Some kind soul had killed the glaring overhead lights, so they no longer pierced his closed eyelids. He was strangely alone in the exam room, but that didn't bother him at the moment. His wrist had just been x-rayed and splinted, and the pitifully few pain meds the medical staff had granted him were wearing off. Pain meds had only been granted after Doc confirmed Danny's suspicion that he was not concussed. Now Danny waiting for a shot of antibiotics to go along with the seventeen stitches which Doc had inserted into Danny's scalp. It was a rule of thumb with Doc, preventative medicine whenever possible, because these detectives seemed to like keeping him on his toes, rewriting medical journals as they went along.
The door to the exam room creaked open and Danny cracked an eye to see who the room's new occupant was.
"Sorry about the wait Danny," Doc said as he approached the young detective with a hypodermic. "We had an unexpected emergency."
"That's okay Doc," Danny said eyeing the needle warily. "No hurry, why don't you see if they need some more help?" Danny asked hopefully.
Doc chuckled; all of these Five-O detectives were alike. They could take getting shot, beat up, stabbed you name it, but someone come near them with any piece of medical equipment and they thought of the most creative reasons to get away.
"No, I think they'll be alright without me for a minute," Doc said, as he helped a reluctant Danny carefully roll up his remaining sleeve. After administering the injection Doc spoke again. "Well Danny, as the saying goes, I've got some good news and some bad news." Danny looked up in surprise; he had thought he was getting out of here right now. Steve was waiting to take him home. Wait a minute where was Steve? "The good news is you're free to go now. The bad news is," Doc motioned for Danny to follow him and headed for the door. They went a few steps down the hall and into another exam room.
"Steve!" Danny nearly yelled in surprise to see his boss as the occupant of the exam bed in the room. His sock and shoe lay discarded nearby, his toes grotesquely swollen. "What happened?"
"Some x-ray tech, who didn't know how to drive the portable machine," Steve groused.
"Maybe you should give him a ticket, Steve," Doc chuckled, and Danny started to, until he saw the glowering look Steve shot their way. "Well that will teach you to stay in the waiting room where you're supposed to instead of trying to barge into exam rooms. If you had listened to me you could be going home right now with our young friend here." Doc gestured to Danny. "He was a much better patient than you."
Danny smirked and Steve scowled. "Danny, why don't you go call for a chauffeur? We'll get Steve x-rayed and ready to go by the time your new ride gets here." Danny hurried to comply; a Steve McGarrett who was injured and conscious was as contentious was an injured wild animal.
He was just outside the door when the first detonation took place. "No way Doc. Just because he missed the first time doesn't mean I'm letting that tech have another crack at me!"
Danny chuckled and hurried down the corridor to a phone. He wanted to be nowhere near when the hapless tech entered that exam room. Maybe Chin or Kono was nearby, and could pick him up in a hurry, he hoped. Danny wasn't sure the building would be able to handle a McGarrett-strength explosion.