Title: Fractures
Rating: M
Slash Warning: G/Sam
Story Details and Full Disclaimer on Prologue Page: My stories are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. This is a work intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by CBS and the producers of NCIS:LA.
Reviews appreciated and welcomed
The Aftereffects
Chapter 3
G edged backward into Sam's naked, warm body. "Hold me tighter." When Sam wrapped his arms around his waist, he sighed. "Feels good. That was…"
"Speechless?" Sam asked.
"The combination of great sex and being drunk and in no pain."
"Aw, does it to a man every time." He sniggered.
And there was something else happening deep within him. Something he could not identify. He drew the covers closer to his chin and snuggled beneath them. He was not sure if it was connected to the drug's aftereffects or something altogether different.
"G?"
"What?"
"Did you hear me?"
"I guess not." Damn.
"How's your arm?"
"Can't feel a thing." A complete concoction.
"We need to get you to the hospital again and get that looked at."
Great. I need more looked at than my arm. I need my head examined. I just had sex with my partner. Damn it. And I liked it. Crap.
"Let's go take a shower together."
"We need to stop and think about where this is going," G said.
"Nope."
"What?" G pulled away from him and sat up.
"I liked it," Sam said.
"Liking it is one thing." He sighed. "What about living with it? You know what Hetty's gonna say."
"Who cares what she says, man, I enjoyed myself."
"You're stoned on that drug and the booze."
"And I'm enjoying myself," Sam said. A wide grin plastered his face.
"You're shit-faced drunk."
"Yep, I imbibed in some more of that stuff."
"Not good."
Sam pulled G down on top of him. "It is good." He kissed him softly on the lips. "And you're good."
"Damn, this isn't good."
"You mean Hetty's opinion of it won't be good."
"Yeah, you know how she frowns upon relationships in the workplace."
"I'm sure she'll make an exception considering what happened was beyond our control," Sam said.
"I don't think so."
"Stop thinking with your mind and get into this." He squeezed G's buttocks.
"Sam!"
"Yes?"
"I'm taking a shower with or without you." G rolled off of his partner and sat on the side of the bed. Dizziness swept over him. He waited a few moments before standing and walking into the bathroom.
"Nice ass."
"Would you stop."
"Nope, I'm liking the view." Sam climbed off the bed and steadied himself with a hand on the bathroom's door jamb. "You need to cover that arm with a plastic bag." He leaned over and grabbed the plastic liner out of the trash can. "Come over here, sexy."
"Damn." G plodded over to his partner. "You need to lay off the booze."
"Who's says that's the booze speaking?" He tied the bag around G's left forearm. Afterward he drew his partner into a hug and kissed him deep and long. "Can't get enough of you, man. Let's go shower."
They stepped into the huge floor-to-ceiling, burgundy red tiled shower.
"I want to bathe you," Sam said.
"Come on, man, this is getting—"
He brought G hard into his body, knocking the wind out of him. "Hush sexy and enjoy the pleasure."
G slumped against Sam's chest and allowed him to wash his body. He sighed.
"Now, that's what I'm talking about," he said, washing his partner's back and down to his buttocks. "Damn, you're hot." Sam flipped him around to wash his partner's chest.
G jerked away from his partner's hold and straightened, keeping his back to him. "I'm so done with this." He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a fluffy, white bath towel.
"What?"
He kept his back to his partner and finished drying off. "I'm getting dressed."
"You've got soap on you—"
"Who gives a fuck!" G stormed out of the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.
Sam opened the bathroom door and rested his hand on the door jamb. "You mind telling me what that was all about."
"Nope." G dressed as fast as he could with his handicap. He threw his towel onto the bathroom floor and grabbed his work boots. After settling down on a couch in the lounge area, he put on his shoes.
Sam toweled off his body and watched his partner finish getting dressed. "Clamming up on me now."
"Nothing to say," he said, "need to get to the hospital and get this arm treated."
Sam shook his head. "Something is not right with you."
"You got that right." G held up his left arm.
"Besides that, man, something is amiss."
"At the Circle K?" He sighed. "I've seen that movie. Feels as if I've been on that trip into the past too."
Sam glanced at him sideways. "What?"
"Never mind, I'll see you at the hospital."
"Plan to wear a shirt I hope."
G stared down at the dark blond hairs on his naked chest. Damn it, I'm losing it. He grabbed his T-shirt off the floor where his partner had tossed it last night. "That would be a good idea." He ripped off the plastic trash bag. G pulled his shirt over his head and with great difficulty pushed his broken arm through the arm hole. He winced and stifled a whimper when the sleeve increased the pressure on his arm.
Sam stepped over to G's side to help him. "Let me help you with—"
"Get your damned hands off me!" He backed up several feet.
"What the hell was that about?"
"Nothing, just drop it." He yanked on his shirt sleeve, making it looser. Several stitches gave way. Afterward, he strode toward the door.
"Forget something?"
"Nope."
"Your ID, cell phone, and weapon."
Crap. He removed them from the dresser and placed them in their proper places.
"Forget anything else."
"Nope."
"You're walking away from this and not saying a word."
"Yep." He opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. "I'll see you at the hospital."
"I hope so for your sake, man," Sam said. "Or I'll call Hetty."
G stepped back into the hotel room. "What?"
"If you fail to show at the hospital, I'll call Hetty and tell her your status."
"Screw you!" He strode through the open hotel room door not looking back at his partner.
# # #
G plodded into the ambulatory emergency department entrance at the hospital and presented his ID requesting a secure and private exam room. He was led by a nurse into an emergency department cubicle and given a patient gown. G dressed in the gown, leaving his pants and shoes on until someone told him to remove them.
After a short wait, an emergency department doctor entered the cubicle. "Hi, looks as if your arm is broken," he said. "We'll need to get a set of x-rays. Someone will arrive shortly to take x-rays here in your room."
"I want this handled discreetly," G said. "I want to know if you see any evidence of a former fracture of this arm."
"I can do that."
"Thanks." G settled back against the hospital bed and sighed. He watched the medium height, middle-aged doctor leave. When Sam entered his room, he frowned and kept his eyes averted to the window to his left.
"I'm that much of a disappointment to you."
"What?"
"You gave me a look."
"I'm dealing with a lot and I don't need your pressure."
"I'll sit outside then." Sam turned to leave.
"Wait!" G sighed again. "It's not you, man, it's me and stuff I can't explain right now. Trust me, when I'm ready, I'll talk to you."
He came over to the bedside and stood close to his partner. "Last night wasn't a disappointment."
"This has nothing to do with last night," he said. "I can't tell you anything more."
Sam pulled up a chair and sat close to his partner. "I thought maybe you wanted to—"
"Forget about what happened between us?"
"Yeah."
"Nope, I hate to admit it," G said, "I enjoyed myself." A half grin spread across his face.
Their conversation was interrupted by a radiology technician pushing an x-ray machine into the room.
"Guess I'd better let this guy take care of you," Sam said. "I'll be out in the hallway, waiting."
Several series of x-rays were taken before the technician and his machine left the cubicle. G settled back again and waited for the results. He hoped the x-rays did not show any former fracture of the left arm. Maybe the images which flashed before his eyes in the shower were a figment of his imagination.
Sam cleared his throat.
G glanced up from staring at his hospital gown to his partner. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough."
Damn. "Deep in thought."
"I gather," Sam said, "don't hurt yourself." He sat back down again.
"Very funny." He crossed his arms, winced, and waited for the doctor to return.
A half an hour later, the man entered his cubicle with a two sets of x-rays. "If you'll excuse us."
Sam glanced at his partner sideways.
"I asked for this to be handled discreetly."
"I know when I'm not wanted." He feigned a pout and left the cubicle.
The doctor drew the privacy curtain around his patient's bed. He placed the x-rays on a wall hung light table. "Clearly, there is a former, spiral fracture which never healed properly."
G's jaw dropped. He quickly closed his mouth.
"And this current fracture is a compound one and requires surgery," he said. "The orthopedic surgeon told me he plans to break the poorly healed former fracture and set both fractures during surgery."
"Surgery?"
"Yes, a compound fracture requires surgical intervention."
"I didn't expect this outcome."
"I'll have the nurse bring in the papers for you to sign," the doctor said. "Do you need some time to think about this?"
"Well, no, it's an unexpected outcome," G said. "Thanks for your time." He watched the ED doctor leave with the evidence. His partner returned to the room and sat down once again.
"Well?" Sam asked.
"I need surgery."
"Told you."
"That you did and I didn't want to hear it." G sighed and crossed his arms again, wincing and stifling a whimper.
"They gonna give you pain medication for that?"
"I think they're gonna prep me for surgery."
A nurse entered the cubicle with a pen and paper and laid them on a bedside table. She brought the table over to the bedside. "Look this over for a few minutes," she said. "If you have any questions let me know. I'll be back in a few minutes to get your intravenous line started and your pre-op medication on board."
G watched her leave, grabbed the pen, and lifted the paper off the bedside table. In concise wording, the details of his surgery were typed on the page. A chill traveled up and down his spine. Surgery. A former simple fracture. The current compound fracture. Damn it. This was surreal. He stared at the words for a least a minute before placing the paper on the table and laying pen next to it.
"What's going on, G?"
"Nothing."
"Cold feet."
"Yeah, something like that." He lifted the pen off the table and signed the document and laid the pen on the paper.
The nurse reentered the cubicle with an intravenous line kit, several vials of medicine, and syringes. "Any questions?"
"None."
"Excellent." She removed the pen and the paper and attached the paper to her clipboard. "Level of pain, 0 to 10."
"At least a 9," G said.
"I'll take care of that along with getting you ready for surgery." The nurse hung a bag of fluid and prepared the intravenous line to infuse on her patient's right arm. Twenty minutes later, the intravenous line was started and all the medications given. "If you require anything, please use the call button here. Perhaps your friend could help remove your shoes and pants." She left the cubicle.
"I'd be glad to remove your pants," Sam said, grinning wide.
"I don't think she had in mind what you have in mind." He winked at him.
"You sure?" He stood at the foot of the bed and untied his partner's work boots. "Reminds me of last night. I loved stripping your clothes off you."
"Would you not remind me right now."
"Why?"
"Can't you see that I'm in the middle of a crisis." He sniggered.
Sam came around to G's left side and unbuckled his belt. "Wish I could get into your pants."
"Glad two of us won't fit," he said, his speech slurred.
"Must be relaxed."
"Yep, can barely keep my eyes open."
"Don't fight it, man, just close those sexy blue eyes and rest." He unzipped his partner's pants and rolled him to the right side. Sam inched G's jeans and clingy black boxers off in one swift movement. "There you go. All ready for surgery." He rolled him onto his back again.
"Yeah, I think you have ulterior motives."
"Wish I could—"
"But someone beat you to it."
Sam pulled down his partner's gown and pulled a sheet over him. "Yeah, they did." He leaned over and kissed G on the lips. "There's always post-op."
"Damn, you're serious."
"You're darned right." He sat back down in his chair and grasped G's right hand. "I love my men either drunk or slightly sedated. Makes them complaint and ready."
"You do," G said, "and I'll be in perfect form after surgery."
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