Danny sat in A&E feeling like a miserable idiot, he was going to hate the phone call he was going to have to make in the morning. He wouldn't hear the end of it for years to come.

All he wanted to do was put up the Christmas decorations before Grace and Charlie came for the weekend, ok he didn't have a lot but he loved Christmas. Although after this stupid accident he was starting to seriously change his mind.

It was a little after midnight before he was called through, stupid job he sure as hell wouldn't be there so late if he hadn't got home late. When he arrived the place was rammed with every possible injury, he watched people limp, hop and stagger behind the emergency doors, reappearing with bandages and prescriptions.

Danny resigned to being a hopper and a wobbler, his foot hurt a lot the few remaining people starred at the makeshift blood soaked bandage muttering under their breath, God lord Danny hoped that no doctor that knew him was on duty that night.

Entering the last room at the end of the corridor he couldn't help wonder if the nurse had chosen room deliberately just to get a kick out of his sober drunk walk. Tough if he got blood all over the shiny floor. Monitored towards the bed Danny plopped unceremoniously onto the mattress hissing as the nurse helped him sit back lifting his injured appendage.

Usually he would have performed his own first aid if he hadn't jumped down from the chair straight onto the glass ornament embedding every single piece deep into his bare foot, hell he had almost passed out and most certainly tainted Christmas a very blue colour.

He had contemplated calling Steve but he was pissed enough with the stupid glass ornament he sure as hell didn't need Steve rubbing salt in the bloody wound, beside he had let slip during a conversation with Danny that he had company that evening and they weren't there helping with the Christmas preparations.

So after encouraging himself he crawled on all fours the kitchen once there he pulled himself up the units and managed to grab the first aid box successfully dropping it on his head, throwing the damn thing across the kitchen he cursed his stupid temper and opted for the discarded towel and sticky tape.

Luckily it was only socks and shoes that had been disposed of when he got home then again he wouldn't have been sitting on a hospital bed if he not bothered. He had called for a taxi and then crawled again across the lounge to the front door, closing the door before remembering the door self locked and that the keys were on the side table.

Sitting down on the steps he waited frustration had stopped the tears but the heaven were not happy with the strong language and decided to help destroy his Christmas mood all together, soaking him quickly stopping when the taxi had arrived.

The nurse hummed and sighed as she examined the wound, shaking her head she called for an orderly. Muttering something about an x-ray. Danny flopped back against the pillows draping an arm across his face. He was going to be there for hours.

His sore painful foot was twisted and yanked in every direction, he was solely blaming Steve for the whole shitty situation, "let's follow up a last minute tip of before the weekend. Simple he said" Bullocks was what Danny was now thinking. He wondered if he could get public liability insurance against Steve.

X-rays completed he was wheeled back to the room to await the results, pulling out his phone he loaded up candy crush he didn't have anything else to do and it sure as hell beat thinking about how sore he was.

Twenty minute he sat there, in a world where technology was so advanced the crimes labs had forensic evidence ready even before it was cold, but there he had sat for twenty minute waiting for x-rays. He was just about to hobble in search of his wayward nurse when she re-entered the room with a clipboard, without a word she sat down typing his medical details into the computer.

More humming filled the room as she inspected the x-rays, then a doctor joined the party it was then that Danny had had enough of being ignored announcing his presents he watched the doctor move towards his foot tilting his head to the side.

"Good evening Mr Williams my name is Dr Henderson, I have been studying your X-rays. The glass has unfortunately embedded itself deep into the muscle and we are unable to remove it here in emergency. We will need to operate to make sure that we remove all the pieces and check that it hasn't done any nerve damage."

Danny couldn't believe his luck, never anything simple. Danny was beginning to hate that word as much as the ornament in his foot, he didn't get a chance to thank the doctor before he left the room just as abruptly as he had explained his injury.

The nurse at least smiled as she questioned him on when he last ate, his next of kin and contact details. Once she had completed the required information she helped him undress placing his clothes into a bag putting it under the gurney. She placed him in a gown taking his states and inserting a IV port. Danny felt like an item on a conveyor belt.

It wasn't until she left he realised his should at least text Steve but he phone was now nestled amongst his clothes.