NA HALA A KA MAKUA - SINS OF THE FATHER
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CHAPTER SEVEN
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ICU ROOM 406 – TRIPLER ARMY MEDICAL CENTER – MOANALUA - OHAU
Where was the damn oxygen mask? Steve searched quickly, but he didn't see it. Grace shifted and woke up by all the sudden noise and movement.
Steve acted quickly. "Gracie, let's get something to eat, huh?" He was already gently pulling her up and lifting her off the bed.
"What? Why?" She looked up confusingly at Steve. He didn't explain, but took her hand and walked her out of Danny's cubicle. He handed Grace over to Catherine, whom by now understood they should leave. She took Grace's hand, walked out of the ICU and down the corridor.
The minute Steve went back an ear deafening alarm went off. The sound was coming from the heart monitor. Numbers were flashing on the screen and caught Steve off guard. He didn't know what to do. Nurse Danaé entered and rushed towards Danny. She pulled the oxygen mask somewhere from behind the pillows and slid it back onto Danny's face.
Doctor Carson came running in as well. He silenced the alarm. Placing two fingers in the crook of Danny's neck he waited for the numbers on the heart monitor to settle. Carson used his stethoscope, placed the chestpiece underneath the hospital gown onto Danny's chest and listen to his lungs. "How long did he have the mask off?" He looked at Steve while he continued to listen.
Steve shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. I've been away for 15 minutes tops."
"Detective? You with me?" Doctor Carson asked in attempt for a response, but he didn't get one. The doctor pulled Danny's eyelids up one by one and shined a small light into his eyes. He checked the numbers on the heart monitor. They had settled into a regular rhythm again. He focused on the nurse. "I need 2.5 mg of albuterol." She nodded and left the bed. Carson pulled a nebulizer machine from behind the heart monitor.
Danaé came back and handed Dr. Carson a vial. "Here you go, Doctor."
Twisting off the top of the vial, he squeezed all of the clear and colorless liquid into the nebulizer reservoir. He connected the nebulizer reservoir to a different facemask and attached the nebulizer to the compressor. Carson raised the head of the bed, so Danny would be in an even more upright, comfortable position. He changed the oxygen mask for the facemask of the nebulizer and turned on the compressor. Mist started to form inside the mask and Danny seemed to breathe it in calmly and deeply. Still wheezing, but that should stop once the medicine would kick in.
"Why didn't he wake up? He could've choked." Steve stated worried. Anger slowly setting in, because Danny had taken the mask off while he knew he needed to keep it on.
"It's another bronchospasm, Commander. Don't worry, he won't choke." Dr. Carson reassured. He typed down the latest on Danny's chart.
"If you say so. Why isn't he awake?"
"Well," the doctor went to the other side of the bed and checked the pain relief pump. He pressed some buttons on the screen of the device, standing next to the bed. "He got a shot of morphine minutes ago," Carson sighed deeply. "Probably at the same time as the bronchospasm started."
Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply as well. "Why is he so damn stubborn?"
"It's a strength and weakness at the same time, Commander," the doctor said, agreeing with Steve. "I'm going to cancel the transfer to the surgical ward. We'll reevaluate in the morning."
Steve placed his hands on his hips and eyed Danny warily for a moment. "He's not going to like it, but I'm fine with it."
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ICU – TRIPLER ARMY MEDICAL CENTER – MOANALUA - OAHU
Steve had been pacing in the ICU, waiting for Danny to wake up. In the meantime he had gone downstairs to the cafeteria where Grace and Catherine had gone after Steve had sent them away. Grace was sipping some apple juice when he walked up to them. It didn't matter if Steve was there or not, she didn't say much. Steve took her back to see Danny again. He didn't want her to feel she had to go because something bad happened. Even though it kind of did. Steve explained that the doctor needed to do another breathing treatment and that's why she had to leave. Not that he lied about any of that, but he just left out the scary part.
Grace stared briefly at Danny from a distance before she asked if she could go home. Both Steve and Catherine didn't expect her to ask such thing. She had been very impatient and excited to finally see Danny and now that she had seen him, she wanted to go home. They couldn't exactly say no, so Catherine took her back to Steve's house. Steve promised he would pick up some take-out and would be home by dinnertime.
After they left, Steve waited alone for Danny to wake up. The doctor had started another breathing treatment. The first round had improved Danny's breathing, but the wheezing wasn't entirely gone. Not much after they started the second treatment Danny woke up. Steve watched him wake up with an aneurysm face and his arms crossed.
Danny let out a harsh breath, followed by a few coughs. His chest was tight again, but not that tight that he couldn't breathe. It was manageable. Since Steve was the only one standing around, he wondered where Grace was. Danny made an attempt to pull the mask down, but Steve was instantly near him to keep him from doing so.
"Don't even think about it." Steve said warningly with still an aneurysm face.
"Grace?" Danny asked. His question muffled by the facemask.
"She went home with Catherine." Steve answered monotonous. He let go of the mask as Danny got the warning to keep it on.
"What's with the face?" Danny referred to the aneurysm face.
Steve rolled his eyes. "I don't have a face and stop talking. Just breathe in the medicine."
"Fine," Danny mumbled from underneath the mask.
Ten minutes later nurse Danaé disconnected Danny from the nebulizer. Doctor Carson would come by later to check on him. Danny was breathing fine again, only Steve seemed to be the one with a problem. He was somehow still mad. Steve sat slouched in the chair on the left side of the bed, typing on his phone. Danny rolled his head to the left. He'd rather roll onto his side, but the pain, soreness and discomfort in his ribs and chest weren't allowing him to do so. The tubes were out of his chest, so he could lay on his left side. Only the pressure on the incision wasn't very comfortable, so he'd rather not.
"What's the matter with you?" He finally asked, not daring to take the oxygen mask off again. Steve would shove it back on no matter how much Danny would argue.
"Nothing," Steve responded, not taking his eyes off his phone.
As Steve was not paying any attention, Danny pulled the mask impatiently off his mouth. He was getting a little annoyed by this ignoring thing. "Not nothing, you have an aneurysm face. For 30 minutes now you barely said anything." He waved strongly with his hands. "So either you're hungry or you're pissed off. I guess it's the last. What did I do, huh?"
Steve glared at Danny. The line between his eyebrows did not disappear. "Put the mask back on, Danny."
Danny swore Steve's stare could have frozen the ocean. He rolled his eyes, almost knowing certain what this was all about. "I took it off, while you were gone. Is that it?" He surmised.
"You happy now?" Steve jumped up from his seat. "I told you to keep it on and yet here we are." He said curtly.
The fact that he jumped up told Danny this was not the real issue. There was more. "That's not why you're upset. You're not telling me everything," he glanced over at Steve's face, it was still smoldering underneath his stony expression. He didn't say anything. "Steve?" Danny pushed while he looked straight into Steve's soul. His eyes had this hardness, they were narrowed and cold. Somewhere along with the hardness there was this remorseful and powerless look. The one that would break your heart into a thousand pieces, if it wasn't along with the cold death stare. Steve dropped his gaze to the floor. Suddenly Danny knew what was really bothering his partner. "It's Parrish, isn't it?"
Steve let out a big obnoxious breath. Hating the fact that his partner was able to read him. "Yes, Chin texted. An HPD officer recognized him and went in pursuit, but Parrish was able to shake him off. He got away," he snapped. "AGAIN!" Steve smashed the stainless steel tray of the bedside table. Causing a clattering noise as it slammed on the floor.
"Whoa, hey, easy!" Danny exclaimed. He clutched his left side as the sudden outburst spooked him.
Steve held up his hands. "I'm sorry," he ran his hand over his face, scratching his few days old beard. "He's on the run, Danny. He's free and you… you're in here, trying to keep it together. Not trying to choke, because your lungs are like crap and keep getting these… these spasm things. And that's all because he shot you and got away with it!"
"Hey, it's okay. We'll get him." Danny assured, trying to comfort Steve.
"No, it's not, okay. Look at you." Steve pointed towards Danny.
"Don't know whether that's endearing or offensive." Danny joked.
Steve smiled briefly before his eyes turned all sorrowful again. "You know what I mean. You're not supposed to be in here."
"That's true. Only the fact that I'm in here doesn't mean you have to be in here too. Go back to the office. Be useful and find that schmuck."
"You sure?" Steve didn't want to leave, but if he was being honest with himself, he wanted Parrish behind bars more than anything.
"I'm going to sleep anyway. Just go, all right? And if it will put your mind at ease, I'll keep the stupid mask on." Danny grabbed the mask and already put it back on, covering his nose and mouth.
"That seems like a good idea," Steve patted Danny appreciated on his shoulder. "I'll swing by after dinner."
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A/N: Well I wrote chapter 7 and 8 as one chapter originally, but as it became a bit too long I decide to separate them. So since this is clearly a smaller chapter I'll post chapter 8 in a minute as well :) Probably won't post a chapter on Wednesday in that case as I'm away for a short trip. I'll be back posting a brand new chapter on Sunday though.
Thank you for reading and I would love to hear your thoughts! MAHALO X
