Mmkay so it's gonna go more than just two!
This is more along the lines of a continuation of the scene than an added scene like the last one was! They are completely unrelated.
Why So Pale?
It was eerily quiet when Danny Williams finished with the last of Taylor's goons. He and Chin found Kono near the back door, and were just about to check on the General when a very familiar yell was followed by three gunshots and a splash. Danny's heart stopped for a moment, but he refused to believe that scumbag Taylor got the better of his partner. Out of the corner of his eye, a new set of flashing lights alerted him to the arrival of help…two minutes too late.
Danny led the way out the back door, gun drawn, to find out who had fired those three shots. The figure standing near the water was distinguished as their favorite SEAL instantly, and the three let out a collective and quiet sigh of relief. Weapons lowered, Danny shook his head; it was unclear to the others whether he was reacting to his partner's knack for trouble, or the unnecessary sirens courtesy of the Hawaiian Police Department
"HPD's here," he announced, stating the obvious. He watched his partner carefully, noting the pale tone of his skin and the way he was gripping his left arm close to his body.
"Chin, Kono, go check on the General and his family." As Steve spoke, the team noticed a breathy quality in his voice. No one expressed their concerns, instead following his orders knowing that if something really was wrong, Steve would admit to it later on after things had settled down. Danny watched his friend lift his left arm and glance at it. The detective tensed at the sight of a decent gash and a generous amount of blood, understanding immediately what caused the pale tone to his skin and the airiness in his voice.
"You have got to start doing a better job of picking your friends," he teased, trying to hide the panic in his voice as his partner grimaced. A couple centimeters off and Steve would've bled out before they even made it to the door.
"Tell me about it I picked you didn't I?" Steve threw back breathlessly. Danny laughed and shook his head at the taller man. The Jersey boy turned and made his way around the front of the house slowly, making sure Steve was following him.
The first time Steve stumbled Danny caught him nonchalantly and chalked it up to the darkness. The second time, Danny caught him and glared. Steve simply rolled his eyes, which turned into the third time Danny had to catch his partner. This time, however, Steve wasn't able to straighten up on his own. The taller man's full weight sagged against his partner, and when Danny tried to right him again, he realized that Steve was unconscious. He called out for help while trying to get him to wake up.
Almost instantly, paramedics were by his side preparing a stretcher for him. Danny stepped back to give them room to work, easing his friend into the arms of one of the men. "I'm coming with you but I'll be right back."
Danny turned and darted back, knowing he only had as much time as it would take to strap Steve in and load him into the truck. "Chin! Kono!" To his immense relief, they were already on their way outside with the General and his family so he didn't have to look too hard. "Steve passed out, I'm assuming from blood loss and adrenaline wearing off. I'm going to go with him, can you two wrap things up here and meet us at the hospital?"
As soon as the two nodded with concerned faces, Danny turned and ran back to the ambulance in time to climb right in. One of the paramedics was trying to stir his partner, and the other was binding his arm to stop the bleeding. "BP is low and pulse is weak and erratic. He's probably going to need a transfusion," the one wrapping his arm explained.
"Come on, Steve, I need you to open your eyes for me. If you can hear me I want you to squeeze my hand, okay?" the second paramedic called out. Danny watched Steve's hand, and was beside himself with relief when his fingers tightened slightly. "That's good. Now I just need you to look at me. Your partner's here, Steve, he needs to know that you're alive."
It would've been easy to miss the flutter of eyelashes, but the Jersey detective caught it right before his partner's glassy eyes opened sluggishly and sought him out. "Hey partner. I'm here, Chin and Kono are finishing up at your place. You're gonna be just fine, do you hear me? Hang in there til we get to the hospital and can get you a couple of units of blood, okay?"
"My arm is killing me, Danno," Steve breathed. Danny smiled wryly and nodded. The paramedics worked to keep him stable until they finally arrived at the hospital. Danny grabbed Steve's hand and squeezed briefly before the paramedics rolled him out of the ambulance and into the emergency room. Danny followed as far as he could, but was left in the waiting room to pace.
By the time Chin and Kono found Danny, the detective had finally dropped into a chair and dropped his head into his hands. "Hey," Kono murmured, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. He looked up, startled, and tried to smile. "Any news?"
Danny shook his head. "Just that they had to stop the bleeding and get a couple extra units in him before they would know anything. He was so damn pale…I thought…I thought he-"
"The important thing is that he's not. He's still alive, Danny."
"McGarrett?" a doctor called from the doorway. The team all turned and hurried to the woman, who smiled at their intensity. That smile gave them the first shred of relief since Steve first passed out. "I'm assuming you are the rest of the 5-0 team? I'm Dr. Richardson, and I've been taking care of Mr. McGarrett. I'll be honest, it was pretty dicey at first, but once we got the bleeding stopped and started a transfusion, his color started to return pretty quickly. His wound is stitched up and bound and he's resting right now. He woke up briefly, but the morphine we put him on knocked him out again pretty quick. Once the nurses are done getting him settled into his room, you can go see him. I want to keep him for observation overnight, and we'll see how things are in the morning."
Danny could have cried…if he weren't a tough task force detective. Steve was going to be fine. The team made their way up to his room once they were given the all-clear, and found themselves standing over his bed, marveling that he was still with them. "He got really lucky," Chin commented.
Danny sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Doesn't he always? Damn bastard is going to be the death of me one of these days, I swear."