Broken Bridges 4
Yay, an update! Ya know kids maybe if you reviewed more, I'd update quicker, haha. No, seriously. It makes me feel better at writing.
Greg and Nick were sitting in the grass outside playing a nice little game of cards when Speed came racing towards them as fast as his legs could carry him.
"You guys!" He screeched, gasping, "You guys! It's Danny!" At the name, the two officers hurriedly stood up.
"What is it, what happened?" They both demanded.
"He – I- I found him in the supply shed. There's blood and stuff, his finger, something happened, he's been attacked!" As mashed together as Speed's words were, the officers understood enough to get their feet going to race over to the mentioned shack.
Racing through the already opened door, they halted when they reached Danny's side.
The boy lay unconscious, and his finger bled profusely.
"Greg." Nick said firmly, "Go alert the nurse. Speed and I are gonna take him up there. Go!"
As Greg hurried his way out of the shed, Nick and Speed did their best to lift Danny as carefully as possible and made their way out soon after.
Mac was gonna be pissed.
000
Danny passed out soon after Speed had discovered him, and he later woke up in a blur. He leaned over, feeling himself roll over his left arm when a hideous pain shot up from his hand. He suppressed a scream and pushed himself back down on the uncomfortable bed.
Wait, where was he? He sat up slowly and tried to make out his surroundings through his hazed vision.
The room was a sterile white with posters of anatomy and other medical things on the walls. On a table, there were a set of needles and vials with liquids in them.
He was in the nurse's office.
Danny groaned as he looked at his damaged finger, remembering what had happened earlier that day.
Judging from the looks of it, the shears had severed and pushed back some nerves and veins, while the muscles were red and meaty, showing through the space where the nail used to be. The skin around it was torn and bloody. The dulling pain seemed to sharpen again as he remembered the broken bones.
At least they didn't cut the whole thing off.
He couldn't look at his ravaged digit anymore, so he turned his sullen gaze elsewhere. He snapped his blonde head to look in the direction of the door, hearing it open. He saw a pretty blonde woman step into the room, a small smile on her face.
"Well, looks like you've woken up. Ya know, your buddies had to carry you in here. They said you were heavy like dead weight, or something." She chuckled as he raised a questioning eyebrow. "Danny, right," He nodded, "I'm Catherine Willows, and I will be your nurse for today. Now, let's get a look at that hand of yours, huh?"
She gently took hold of his limp hand a slowly raised it up so as not to cause him any more pain.
"They were all quite the worried crew about you, kid." She said, inspecting his finger.
Danny shrugged. "They shouldn't be, I mean, it's not like I got a knife to the gut or somethin'."
Catherine smiled and did her own shrugging. "Well, thank God for that, but hey, as cheesy as it may sound, they're your friends and they have every right to care."
She laughed a little at Danny's rolled eyes.
After sterilizing the wound and doing all of that other doctoring stuff, she had placed two metal frames above and under the finger, and bandaged it up.
"There ya go, Hun."
Danny sighed. He hoped that this was the first and last time that he'd be in her office.
000
Mac was right where Danny wanted him to be; in their cell.
When he stepped into the small room, he noticed Warrick sitting in a corner with his head lifted back, a little book resting across his face. He must've fallen asleep while reading…
As Danny walked slowly through the opened door, he could hear the older man taking in slow in steady breaths. 'He must be asleep,' he thought to himself.
Danny's assumptions were confirmed as he lifted himself up top to Mac's bed and saw the man's tired face, eyes closed and chest rising and falling like it sounded.
He smiled a little at the sight, taking in the sweetness of it all before he laid himself down next to Mac, snuggling in without waking him up.
After settling, Danny fell right to sleep instantly.
000
At lunch the next day, the group wasn't as rowdy as usual, but Speed and Greg tried their best to keep a conversation going, until the former of the two sighed loudly.
"Come on, you guys, Danny's okay. Go on, Dan, tell 'em you're okay."
Danny rolled his eyes, smiling, and nodded.
"See?" Speed continued. "He's okay. Now, can we please stop being so dreary? And you, Mac-you stop being so pissed. Just come down a little."
Mac threw an apple at the younger male's head.
"Oww, hey! Dammit, don't abuse your food or your friends." Speed grumbled, rubbing the side of his head. He grinned, however, when Eric leaned over to whisper something, no doubt dirty, in his ear.
Danny looked over at Warrick, who had been quiet the whole time, and noticed the same small book in the man's hands.
Resting his chin upon the darker man's shoulder, he asked, "Ha, you snuck in a book. Whatcha readin'?"
"Oliver Twist."
"Ooh, cool, I've never read that one before. Hey, does it really say those 'Please Sir, more gruel' lines or anything in there?"
Warrick shrugged, lifting Danny's head slightly in the process. "You'll have to read it for yourself to find out."
"Aw, damn." Danny closed his blue eyes, cheek now pressed against Warrick's shoulder, and smiled when he felt Mac's hand rest atop his leg underneath the table.
Despite yesterday's events, today was a good day for Danny. He smiled constantly throughout the hours.
000
So, my precious kiddies, how was that? I think it was a little sappy, but still sweet. And, of course, much to some people's misfortune, Sonny is in no way through with Danny and his droogies. Just lettin' ya know. Bye now.