All he could feel was pain. At first, anyways. As he came around, he realized that it wasn't quite pain that he felt. Sure, there was pain, but it wasn't only pain. There was pressure, and discomfort that refused to be eased by a change of position.
He tried to sit up, only to find something pinning him down. Fighting the sudden wave of panic, he opened his eyes and looked around. There was stuff on top of him, but nothing he couldn't shove off. At least there wasn't a chunk of concrete trapping his leg, this time.
Able to stand up now, having shoved off the rubble on top of him, Danny looked around, coughing.
"Steve! Hey, Steve!" He called, a new panic squeezing his chest. "STEVE!"
He coughed, finding it hard to breathe. Trying to move, he nearly screamed from the pain. Taking a moment to compose himself, he shifted slowly, cataloging all the different pains he felt. His chest felt heavy, and his side was on fire. His legs hurt like he has tripped and twisted his ankles, but that was nothing compared to his left arm, or his head. His head was the worst, and that nearly had him panicking. A head injury wasn't good, especially on top of all the other head injuries he received yesterday. At least, he thought it was yesterday.
Gritting his teeth, he tried to free his arm, but found he couldn't, probably wouldn't be able to without help.
Wait, help. Danny. Where was Danny?
"Danno?" He called softly, ending up in a coughing fit that shot liquid fire through his side. Taking as deep a breath as he could, he tried again.
"Danny!" Cough. "Danno!"
"Steve!"
He took a moment to breath, momentarily relieved. Danny was alive, and it sounded like he was moving around, which meant he couldn't be too badly hurt.
"Danno, over here!" Steve called, trying not to cough again. As Danny arrived at his side and caught his right hand in his own, Steve flashed back to the last time they got caught in an explosion and he had done the same thing when he found Danny trapped under chunks of concrete.
"Hey babe, how're you doing?" Danny asked, a little breathlessly.
"'M'fine." Steve mumbled, trying to see Danny's face.
"Babe, I know you're not fine, so how about you drop the whole 'macho guy' act?" Danny said, taking a deep breath.
"How're you?" Steve asked, concern scrunching up his face.
"I'm fine. Just a little bruised."
"What about the-" Steve waved a finger in the air, not releasing Danny's hand.
"Claustrophobia?" Danny asked, his chest tightening slightly. "Under control."
Steve frowned, not completely believing him. He decided not to push it, though.
Steve once again tried to shift, but gasped as pain shot through him.
"Hey, hey, hey. Calm down a bit and we'll get you out of there, okay?" Danny said, trying to give Steve a stern glare, but not quite managing it.
A moment later, though, Danny released a half-surprised, half-relieved breath as Steve seemed to relax a bit.
"Okay, let's see..." Danny murmured, looking at the rubble on top of his partner. It wasn't so bad, which caused Danny to breath a little easier.
There were some medium sized chunks of concrete on Steve's chest and legs, and a larger piece pinning his arm. Looking around for somewhere to put his flashlight, but finding nowhere suitable and sticking it between his teeth, Danny began pulling the rubble off of Steve.
Within 10 minutes, all that was left on top of the SEAL was the hunk of concrete trapping his arm.
Danny was practically panting, which was not really helping his claustrophobia, that was now rebelling against it's careful control. He pulled the flashlight out from between his teeth and leaned over double, trying to catch his breath.
Steve had his free hand resting over his eyes, which were closed. This fact would have worried Danny, if he hadn't been able to see the tight lines of pain around his friend's eyes and mouth.
"Almost done, babe." Danno said between breaths. "Just gotta get this lump of concrete off your arm, and then you'll be able to ninja-superSEAL us out of here."
Steve released a humorous chuff of air. "Sure thing, Danno." He muttered.
"Ok, I'm gonna go around this thing and grab it from the other side. When you feel it lift off your arm, you need to pull your arm out as fast as you can, 'kay, babe?"
"Yeah, got it." Steve said, nodding.
"Ok, on the count of three." Danny said, moving to the other side of the concrete boulder.
"One." He said, grabbing the side of the concrete closer to Steve's head.
"Two." He got into position.
"Three!" He pulled on the lump of stone as hard as he could, managing to lift it enough for Steve to get free.
"Good!" Steve called, letting Danny know he could release the rock, which is exactly what he did.
Danny came back, and flopped down beside Steve, shoulders slumping from the exertion.
Steve was still laying down, but now he was slowly trying to clench his left fist, checking the extent of the damage.
"How is it?" Danny asked, glancing at Steve worriedly.
"I think it's broken." He replied, laying the arm gently on his stomach.
"What else hurts?" Danny questioned. He had his arms resting on his knees and now he turned his head to look at Steve, placing his chin on his arm.
"My right side and my head." Steve answered honestly, after a moment of silence which could have been hesitation, or consideration.
Danny frowned. He should have expected a head injury, after all, yesterday, the doctor had specifically told them to avoid any more bumps to the head. And, being Steven Mcgarrett, danger magnet, it was inevitable that he would hit his head again.
"So, how are we gonna get out of this one?" Steve asked, surprising Danny out of his thoughts.
"What do you mean? I thought you'd have some crazy ass plan on how to get us out." Danny said, lifting his head when Steve shook his own head. "You always have some kind of plan! How can you not have a plan?"
Steve half shrugged. "I don't know." He struggled into a sitting position, leaning his head on Danny's shoulder. "Do our phones work?"
Danny quietly cursed himself for not thinking of phones earlier. Now, he pulled his out, and although it was remarkably undamaged, they had only one bar, barely enough to even get a short text out.
After sitting in relative silence for a few minutes, Steve sighed and began pushing himself to a stand.
"What're you doing?" Danny asked.
"Finding something to make some noise." Was Steve's answer. But he didn't move from his spot. Instead, he stretched out one hand and began feeling around for something.
Danny stood up and joined in the search, finding a piece of metal pipe and banging on whatever he could. Just like the last time they were trapped, although a bit more energetically.
Steve, on the other hand, seemed a bit sluggish. He had a piece of pipe in his own hand, but seemed to be having some trouble keeping up with the 'banging on whatever they could reach' part.
Danny was finally becoming concerned enough to stroll back over to Steve, when the SEAL swung out to hit the rubble in front of him, missed, and swayed alarmingly. Losing his balance, Steve began to fall, and probably would have hurt himself worse, had Danny not caught his wheeling arm and steadied him.
"Babe, you alright?" Danny asked, holding onto Steve's arm to keep him steady.
"Yeah, jus' dizzy." Steve mumbled, before doubling over and throwing up.
Danny barely had time for his eyes to widen in concern before Steve suddenly went limp, nearly pulling Danny over with him.