Don's Two Weeks from Hell

by Rinne

It all started out innocently enough, just a series of bad days, but by day six his team were starting to try to guess how he'd next manage to hurt himself and Don was realising that nowhere was safe. Don/Robin. COMPLETE

10. Day 10

Prompt: hurt_don #10 What: motorcycle Where: highway

Day 10

Don's day had been going well. No new hurts to add to the collection, his hip was finally at the point of barely bothering him and he was back to walking without a limp. Yeah, his shoulder and his head still hurt and his ribs were still tender, but things were looking up. So much so that he decided to take his motorcycle out for a spin to clear his head. His hip had prevented him from doing that before, when the ride would have really helped after all the crap he'd been through over the previous nine days.

He could feel himself gradually relaxing as he got out of LA and onto open roads, the wind rushing past, the stars and moon his only companions.

Until his shoulder started complaining, cramping with the way he was hunched forward.

He ignored it initially, but after a while he couldn't, having to pull over to the side of the road and get off. He flopped down onto the ground and massaged it with his other hand, hissing slightly as pain flared from the bruising. Ten minutes later he got back on his motorcycle with a sigh. He could have called Robin and asked her to meet him. She could have ridden his bike back while he drove the SUV. It would have been easier on his shoulder, but his natural stubbornness won out and he rode home.