NA HALA A KA MAKUA - SINS OF THE FATHER
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CHAPTER ELEVEN
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SURGICAL WARD ROOM 208 – TRIPLER ARMY MEDICAL CENTER – OAHU
A little later after Chin left, Doctor Carson dropped by. He wanted to do a full exam, so Steve stepped out for a moment. Not that he had been asked to leave or anything, but Steve knew Danny would act tougher if stayed around. It was the right timing anyway, because Chin called him as he walked out of the room. Chin informed him that Jerry had come aboard. They were on their way to the crime lab to pick up Akama's laptop and to drop off Danny's cell phone. Jerry would try to find a way into the encrypted laptop as Chin and Kono would continue to search for Dale Sullivan's identity.
Steve had been pacing back and forth in the hallway while calling with Chin. Just when he put his phone back into his pocket Dr. Carson came out of the room. "Commander McGarrett,"
Steve went towards him. "Really, Doc. Call me Steve."
The doctor snorted. "Well I'll try."
Steve grinned. They both knew they would call each other by title anyway. "Everything okay in there?" He jerked his thumb towards Danny's room.
Carson let out a deep sigh. "I don't know what his deal is, but it seems like everyday a new challenge occurs."
"Tell me about it. You've spent less than a week with him. Imagine putting up with him for four years," Steve placed one hand on his hips, with the other he held onto his badge. "No I'm kidding. He's a great partner and a good friend."
"He's loyal to a fault, that I can tell. Which makes him a good friend, but he's also an impatient patient. So knowing he wants to leave a quickly as possible, I'm going to see if there's any physical therapist available for tomorrow. To keep him from exercising alone."
Steve hunched forward with his shoulders. "I thought he said he already did some exercises?"
"He sure did. They are crucial to his recovery, but those were less straining exercises. More like clearing his lungs, strengthen his breathing muscles. It's to help prevent any complications. The shoulder exercises helped to keep them moving freely and improve the function of his lungs. Right now I'm talking about a pulmonary rehab program. It's a individualized progressive program consisting of various exercises, including the treadmill and such."
"That's great, right? Meaning he's going in the right direction."
"You can say it like that," Dr. Carson readjusted the stethoscope around his neck. "Don't be too optimistic though. The fact that he couldn't make it till the end of the hallway, is still worrisome. Sure he had a tough surgery and I didn't expect him to make it down the hall all by himself, but passing out? Meaning he didn't get enough oxygen to his brain. His lung capacity is concerning for that matter, but it's not the first time I've seen it. With PT most patients they make significant progress."
Steve's brows snapped together. "He didn't have another bronchospasm though."
"That's true, so let's stay positive and see what tomorrow will bring us. He didn't injure his chest or back, but there seems to be some bruising. I added it to his chart, so we will keep an eye on that too. He's resting and that's what he should be doing for the rest of the day. Try to gain some energy for tomorrow." Dr. Carson put the tablet he was holding into his white lab coat pocket.
Agreeing with the doctor, Steve nodded. "Sounds like a good plan to me."
Doctor Carson pointed towards the nurses station. "Let me try to schedule a PT session. I'll let you know."
Steve nodded firmly this time and went back to Danny. He entered the room quietly. Danny seemed asleep or at least he had his eyes closed. Either Steve could sit by his partner's side, watch him sleep, as creepy as it may seem, or he could get some caffeine to stay focused and work from here. His tablet was downstairs inside his car, so he would pick it up after he grabbed himself a cup of coffee. Steve went to turn around when he noticed two exhausted baby blue eyes stared at him.
"Buddy, I'm going to grab some coffee real quick." Observing his friend, Steve detected the leads that were coming out at the neck of Danny's shirt. His eyes shot up to the heart monitor standing next to the bed. The green wave was steadily dashing up and down on the screen. He was perplexed to see the doctor had reconnected his partner up to the machine. "Thought the doctor said you were doing better?"
Danny closed his eyes again. Even though he was exhausted he managed to make a teasing comment. "He's just making sure… I'll be alive to be a pain in your ass. You know… keeping you from doing stupid things."
"That's funny. I'm gonna get that coffee, don't go anywhere this time." He bantered back.
"Won't move an inch." Danny muttered as he gave in to his exhaustion.
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SURGICAL WARD – TRIPLER ARMY MEDICAL CENTER – OAHU
Steve left the door open, like everybody else did. He took the elevators downstairs, to grab his tablet and make a quick stop at the the cafeteria. The coffee wasn't the best quality, but he had tasted worse. He probably would spend the night here at the hospital, so he could use the caffeine as it was only 3.30 pm. Maybe he would go back to the Palace for a bit, but that depended on whether Danny would stay in bed for the rest of the day or not. Steve guessed he would be asleep when he returned to the room, but it wouldn't be for more than an hour tops.
With a cup of coffee in his hand and with the tablet underneath his arm, Steve went back to the surgical ward. He had taken a different route back up to stretch his legs. Coming out of the elevator on the other side of the hallway he walked into Dr. Carson again. They greeted each other.
"If you want a decent cup, I can give you coffee from the doctor's lounge." Dr. Carson held up a white mug.
"You would think they would give the better stuff to the patients and family's." Steve mocked.
"We don't want people to stick around for that long you know," Carson teased. "Is Danny asleep?"
"He probably is by now," Steve took the lid of his coffee cup, steam coming off as he did. He tossed the lid in a trash can standing near by. "Is there any particular reason why the heart monitor is back in place?"
"It's for precaution. About 25% of patients after major chest surgery can develop a specific irregular heart rate called, atrial fibrillation. Just making sure he doesn't develop one as he seems to surprise me every hour," the doctor said with a joking tone. Steve on the other hand didn't seem to get the joke as he stopped listening after 'atrial fibrillation'.
Carson quickly resumed. "It's easily to correct with medications, so if it occurs, it will resolve within several hours. Let set the goal to keep him off any heart medication though." Only the doctor's attempt to make alleviate the Commander's worries went to opposite way.
Steve's eyes widened and suddenly stopped walking. "Heart medication?"
"Well regardless of any irregular heartbeats he may or may not have, most thoracic surgery patients will go home on some type of heart medication. Mostly to continue to protect the heart. The majority of patients are able to come off of it, so it's nothing to be worried about," he patted the back of Steve's shoulder, hoping to calm him. Changing the topic, he took a sip of his coffee. "Does Danny know you're concerned about him?"
Steve snorted. "I could ask you the same thing. You've been around non stop."
"It's my job to care," a half smile appeared on Carson's face as Steve was right. "Really don't worry, the monitor is just for the night and hopefully it will keep him from running off again."
"Good point," Steve's phone rang, so he pulled it out of the pocket of his army green pants. Caller ID showed Chin was calling. "I'm sorry I have to take this."
The doctor nodded. "Sure, I'll check on him in a few before I head home for the day."
"All right. Thanks, Doc," Steve said as the doctor walked past him. He hit the answer button and held his phone up to his ear. "Chin, what'd you got?"
"Steve, you still with Danny?" Chin asked, sounding serious.
Steve's brows snapped immediate together. "Yes, why'd you ask?"
"Fong, checked his phone and someone traced his GPS. Last checked location was the hospital. Don't know if they tried to trace it later on, but after that his battery died, they weren't able to trace it any longer."
Steve stared from around the corner at the closed door of Danny's room. "Shit," they'd been leaving the door open. "I'll call you back."
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SURGICAL WARD ROOM 208 – TRIPLER ARMY MEDICAL CENTER – OAHU
Danny lay on his right side as he rather not be in pain. The doctor had said he had some bruising on his back and chest, which explained the pressure ever since he had passed out.
Danny could hear someone talk, but he was simply too tired to check out who is was. A nurse, the doctor or Steve. He didn't care at the moment, all he wanted was to fall asleep. The walk down the corridor had taken too much energy and effort, which scared him because normally he wouldn't even think about being this tired after walking a few feet. Danny tried to suppress that thought for the moment and he would see how tomorrow would go. The person who entered his room twiddled with his IV. The fiddling took longer than usual and it seemed odd they hadn't said anything to him. Or maybe they had, but he hadn't heard it. Danny slowly opened his eyes. At the sight of someone in blue hospital scrubs he closed them again.
A needle pinch in his arm startled him. Why did they always bother you when you were trying to sleep? Danny didn't get it. They could wait a few hours to draw blood and let him sleep for now, right? He felt the sting of the injection and a cold fluid being pushed into his veins. That's not what happens when they draw blood. Danny opened his eyes and stared at the syringe in his arm. Something was not right.
He reached for it and grabbed it, but when he tried to pull it out, his hand didn't cooperate. He couldn't move it. He heard people talking, only he couldn't see where the chatter was coming from. His eyes were locked on the syringe. Not that he wanted to look, but he couldn't move his eyes.
Danny's left hand was holding the syringe, as his hand went limp, it slid away and dropped on the bed. He didn't know how, but slowly he lost control over his body. He couldn't feel anything anymore. His muscles had frozen, his arms, his legs. Move. Move! Nothing moved, he was paralyzed. Panic increased as he rapidly lost control over his body. His heartbeat pounded loudly, echoing in his ears. What was happening? Why couldn't he move? Why couldn't he breathe?"
Breathe. It was the only thing he could think of. He needed to breathe. Each breath became harder to inflate his lungs. Only it was not that his airways had narrowed again, but more as if concrete had been poured into his lungs. Panic and the lack of air caused him to start gasping: breathing as if the oxygen had been sucked from the air around him. His heart throbbed in fear. His mind started to fail, like an engine that was cranked over a thousand times and never kicked into action. He wasn't able to move his eyes, but the lack of oxygen caused his vision to fade and the darkness to set in. Danny was still fighting to breathe, gasping for air. As the darkness took over his vision, he slipped away with only one thought. He was dying.
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A/N: Not a deathfic, I promise. Just some whump combined with drama, that's all :)
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