A/N: So, uhm, I'm new to this Fandom. *waves* :) This is my first H50-fanfiction though I guess drabble would be a better word for this little piece of craziness.
This one came out of nowhere. I know I'm cruel, but there is still the possibility of continuing this. Just be warned, my updates sometimes take a little while. *blushes*
Not beta'ed just to be warned. All mistakes are mine and I'm sorry for them. ^^°
Thanks to Vanessa Sgroi and Tara for infecting me with the Hawaii Five-0 virus. *grins*
Disclaimer: Sadly not mine….
And now have fun reading and reviews feed my muse. *blinks innocently*
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When You Think It Can't Get Worse
Danny rubbed a hand over his face. How he had ended up playing nursemaid for his partner was still beyond him.
He glanced at Steve's sleeping form on the couch. McGarrett shifted restlessly, head lolling from side to side.
Seeing his partner like this was wrong; Mr. Super-SEAL didn't do vulnerable or sick.
"No…" Steve gasped, his breathing shallow and quick, his face contorted in pain.
Danny sighed, the knot of worry inside his stomach twisted as he moved closer.
"Steve, hey, wake up." He shook the other man's shoulder, noticing the sheen of sweat on McGarrett's face.
Steve woke with a start, jack-knifing upright, eyes wide and unfocused, his hands held in a protective manner in front of him. He tried to move away from Danny's touch.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there. It's me, Danny." He held his hands up so that McGarrett could see them.
Steve blinked, recognition flashing inside his glassy eyes.
"Danny?" He coughed harshly, doubling over when the strain on his broken ribs became too much.
Williams steadied him, frowning. "Shit, you're burning up." He moved his hand to Steve's forehead. "Man, this can't be good."
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*hides behind my notebook*
Thank you for reading! :)