This shouldn't have happened.

Their suspects were not supposed to come back to the abandoned warehouse and find them looking through their stuff. The suspects were not supposed to have hand grenades, and he was definitely not supposed to end up dragging a half conscious McGarrett through the damn rainforest, while hiding from the psycho-hand grenade wielding-killers.

At least Danny had learned something from their last escapade through the Great Outdoors, and managed to get the satellite phone from the remains of the truck Steve had "borrowed", before they had to leave the smoking remains. The problem would be finding a safe place to let Steve lie down, call for backup and wait for said backup without being caught.

Fortunately for them, and not thanks to Steve's assistance, or lack thereof, they found a secluded corner, partially covered by shrubbery.

Danny lowered Steve carefully to the ground, checking the bandage and the bruising on his head. Steve groaned, trying to pull away and opening his eyes halfway. "Danno?"

"Hush… I'm not sure we lost them…" Said Danny, trying to keep Steve from moving too much. "Stay still, I'm going to try to get a hold of Chin, see if he can get us out of here…"

Danny called Chin and gave them their location, or at least the truck's location. Hopefully, Chin and the cavalry could track them down somehow. He sat down tiredly next to Steve, trying not to jostle his busted shoulder. He couldn't help a small moan of pain from leaving his lips.

Steve sat up at the sound, trying to focus his gaze on his partner. "Danny? You hurt?"

Danny leaned his head back tiredly. "Don't worry about it, Rambo. Just twisted my shoulder the wrong way."

Steve looked him from head to toe, or tried to at least. "'sit broken? 'slocated?"

Danny would have shrugged if it wouldn't have hurt like hell. "Dunno… Just hurts… Don't worry, Steve, Chin will be here soon with the cavalry…"

Steve nodded tiredly and suddenly doubled over in pain.

Danny tried to hang on to him. "Shit! Steve! It's alright… Help's on the way… just hang on, you hear me?"

Chin and Kono, along with a SWAT team, reached the overturned truck. A part of the team went in the direction of the warehouse, to check if the perps were still in the vicinity. Chin and Kono followed the directions Danny provided, hoping to find the rest of their team relative unharmed.

What they found was Danny, wearing a blood stained shirt with a missing sleeve, looking pale as a ghost and trying to calm down a gasping Steve, who was wearing said sleeve as a bandage around his head and coughing blood.

The ride from the forest to the Hospital was a blur to Danny. He remembered vaguely a chopper, and a bunch of people sticking stuff into Steve's chest, arms and mouth. Apparently there was also someone poking at him, because he had a thing wrapped around his arm, and a blanket over his shoulders.

Someone wheeled him inside and made him sit on a gurney. He looked around and noticed that now even more people were working on Steve, there were urgent words being yelled around and everyone looked worried, but Danny was strangely detached from everything.

Steve was being taken care of, it was not his job anymore. Besides, his shoulder was killing him, the room had started spinning a while ago, and he was really cold. There was a nurse standing next to him asking him some questions, but if someone were to ask him about his answers, he would have no idea what he said.

The arrival of a doctor made him snap out of his daze for a bit. "Detective Williams, I see you've injured your shoulder. Is there anything else paining you? Do you remember hitting your head on the accident?"

Danny shook his head. "No… don't think so…" He watched as a couple of nurses cut off his shirt so the doctor could take a look at his busted shoulder. He looked in Steve's direction again. "What are they doing to him?"

The doctor looked towards Steve's gurney, only to focus back to Danny's shoulder. "They're treating him. By the looks of it, they'll be moving him to the OR soon but it shouldn't be a complica-"

Whatever the doctor was saying was interrupted by a piercing pain on his shoulder. He doubled over, gasping in pain. Dimly, he heard the doctor talking to him again. "Detective Wiliams? It seems your shoulder is dislocated, but the swelling is too severe to know for sure. We'll send you for an MRI to confirm the diagnosis, but we'll give you something for the pain before that, alright?"

Danny lifted his eyes to see a nurse approaching with a syringe on her hands; he looked down at his hand and was surprised to see that they had already an IV on him. He looked back to the nurse and tried to pull away from her. "No, no painkillers." He said, shaking his head.

The doctor moved closer to Danny, placing his hand on Danny's good shoulder. "Detective Williams, we need to give you something for the pain. If it's a dislocation, the tension in your muscles once we reduce it could cause additional damage…"

Danny stumbled off from the gurney, knocking over a tray with all kinds of stuff in the process. "No, don't want painkillers… No…"

The doctor turned around to the nurse to give her some instructions and then turned back to Danny, talking to him in a placating tone. "Detective Williams, you need to calm down…"

Danny tried to get farther away from the doctor. He felt the IV ripping from his hand, but he didn't really feel the pain. He needed to get away from the needle. He knew that if he'd just explain the situation to the doctor, then everything would be alright, but he was in no shape to make the explanation; on top of the pain on his shoulder he was starting to panic, and everything seemed to go in slow motion around him. He tried to bolt, but a pair of arms stopped his flight, accidentally putting pressure on his shoulder and the pain brought him to his knees.

He must have closed his eyes for a while, because next time he opened them he has back on the gurney, curled up on his good side. There were hands holding him down, but he couldn't fight them off. The feel of a pinprick on his leg told him that he had lost the fight. "Nooooo… Please no…"

He heard a female voice asking him to calm down, telling him that he would feel better when he next woke up, but he knew it was not true. Nothing would be alright when he next woke up.

He felt the numbness taking over and kept repeating "No, please, don't…" until sleep finally claimed him.

TBC…

A/N: Thank you for reading! As with all of my other stories, this is not betaed, so apologies for any mistakes.

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