-Gun Shot Wounds-
A little missing scene from the first episode of Night Shift. Characters not mine. Enjoy.
BANG!
The familiar, resounding sound of a gunshot echoing through the penthouse immediately drew Jason's attention away from the game of pool he was playing with himself, inadvertently messing up the combo shot he'd been working on, sending the cue ball flying off the table.
Unconcerned with that event, he found himself sprinting up the stairs, his own weapon drawn as he scoured the hallway for the source of the noise.
Spinelli's room... He thought to himself, just before kicking in the door.
The teenager in question was sitting on the floor, dressed in nothing but boxers, clutching his foot. The gun he'd given the computer hacker to practice with lay several feet away, recently fired.
"What the hell is going on in here?" Jason roared, doing a quick scan of the room to look for any other possible causes for his friend's current predicament before putting his gun away. He found none.
"Stone Cold!" Spinelli started. Jason resisted the urge to just tune him out now. It took far too much effort to try to decipher the boys rants. "You see, The Jackal was just… just, ugh, trying to prepare for any battles he might be facing in the near future! The weapon discharged without the Jackals knowledge…" Spinelli pulled his hand away from his injury, voice faltering. "Oh… so much blood."
"So. Let me get this straight. You were playing with my gun… and you shot yourself in the foot." All Jason could do was stare. A lesser man would have died of laughter by this point.
Spinelli looked embarrassed. "Yeah. That about sums it up."
The elder rolled his eyes, heaving Spinelli to his feet, or foot, as the case may be. "Come on."
"The Jackal is concerned with the amount of blood loss…"
"The Jackal needs to be quiet for a minute." He pulled the younger man down the stairs, sitting him on the couch. "Stay." Satisfied that he would, Jason went in search of any temporary first-aid he could find. Which ultimately resulted in a roll of gauze, a towel, and duct tape.
"Stone Cold?"
"Quiet." Jason reminded him, returning to the room, sitting on the coffee table while he haphazardly bandaged the wound. So it wasn't a perfect job, but it would hold until someone more qualified could look at it. It would undoubtedly need a doctor. "I'll get you a shirt. We're leaving in a minute."
"For where?"
"The Hospital?" The elder suggested incredulously.
"The Jackal, while currently in extreme pain, does not need medical assistance." Spinelli protested, attempting to stand and bring that point home.
Jason ended up having to catch him when he doubled over in pain. "Too bad." He settled the boy onto the sofa again before finding a shirt for the younger to wear. He also grabbed a shoe and sock. While Spinelli got himself ready to go, he called Max to bring the car around for them.
"The Jackal is ready."
"Good." He kept an arm wrapped around his friend's neck to keep him steady and help keep the weight off of the injured foot.
Upon entering the car and explaining the situation to Max, who did indeed start laughing his head off, they finally pulled onto the main road heading towards General Hospital.
Jason, eyeing the other's haphazardly bandaged foot, let a few snickers escape at the other's expense. "No one's going to believe this."