The following three passages, as you will read, is Steve fighting the drugs. I tried to get as close to withdrawal as I could, but I have never been addicted enough to anything to actually go through the process. So, I kinda took a stab in the dark. So, if anything is a little off blame the fact that I am not a doctor, I have no ambition to be a doctor, and the internet is the closest thing to a medical mind I will ever have.
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Steve woke to violent tremors, but he wasn't cold. In fact, he was burning up. He tried to move, find someplace cooler, but found himself bound, steadfast to the flat surface. He tried to move once more before he started to panic.
He couldn't be back, he was rescued. Danny had showed up, Danny had helped him. Or, had that all been a dream? A hallucination? Was he still stuck with Bates, still tied up in that warehouse? But why was he lying down?
He pulled on his binds again, trying to get free, a slight, sharp pain running up his arm. He recalled not being able to feel pain before, but that could be a hallucination, too. Could he hallucinate pain? Was that possible?
He shook his head, more pain messing up his eyes. He ignored it, knowing he had to get out. He had to get free before they came back. Before they started taunting him again….
"Hey," a quiet voice said above him. A face swam in his line of sight. A familiar face, but Steve couldn't be sure if it was real or not. And why was it so hot in this room?
"Danny?" Steve whispered his throat on fire. He was thirsty, hot, tired, in pain, and just wanted this horrible day to end. Oh wait, he did try to end it. Danny stopped him. Or maybe that was a hallucination, too. What the hell is real and what isn't?
"You need to calm down," the figure said slowly. "Otherwise they won't take the restraints off."
"What…?"
"Shh, calm down. Just go back to sleep. It'll be better when you wake up…" that actually sounded like a very good idea. Steve was asleep seconds later…
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It was twelve times as bad when he woke up the second time. He was no longer hot but cold. Super, super cold. The tremors were worse, his teeth chattering together. To make matters worse he was surrounded by several figures. He recognized some, others were foreign to him, but they kept saying the same thing: "You're going to fail and everyone is going to die. And it'll be all your fault. All your fault, Steve…"
"NO!" he screamed trying to break free, his hands still restrained.
"All your fault…"
"Stop," he cried, shaking his head furiously.
"It's the truth…"
"Give him something," a new voice said, far away.
"What about the drugs in his system…"
"We'll risk it…"
"All your fault," the closer voices continued to say. Everything started to go gray and fuzzy. The last thing he heard before blacking out was, "And you can't stop it…"
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He woke a third time, his mother standing over him. She smiled warmly, her dark hair falling over her shoulder. She ran her hand through his hair, humming softly. It was the first good thing to happen since he was kidnapped (second if he counted her first appearance, but he vaguely remembered how that ended). He shivered, still cold, and his mother frowned.
"Are you coming down with something?" she asked pulling her hand back. "You're still burning up."
"B…but I'm s…so cold," he stammered his shivering progressively intensifying.
"It's okay, sweetie. Mom's here. And she isn't going anywhere…" she smiled at him, her eyes brightening, her hand resuming its stroking.
"You promise…?"
Before she could respond, her smile wilted. She yanked her hand back as flames engulfed her, the orange nearly blinding Steve.
"MOM…!" he screamed
The voices returned, far away and talking about him, and soon he was sinking into darkness again…
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Four days later…
Danny was asleep when Kono stopped in the doorway of Steve's room. His arm was propped up on his chair's arm, his head resting on his fist. Kalakaua thought about leaving the blond alone, coming back later, but he hadn't eaten much since Steve had been brought in. And Chin had sent her with a bag of take-out, telling her to make sure Danny ate something.
So, she stepped into the room, set the bag of food on the tray bolted to the wall, and lightly shook him. He stirred, blinking several times, asking, "Steve okay?"
"He's fine. Still asleep. Chin sent me with some food," Kono responded gesturing to the bag.
"Not hungry," Danny insisted even though his stomach growled in protest.
"Nice try," Kono retorted. "Eat the food." They had an intense staring contest, it lasting almost three full minutes, and Danny finally broke.
"Hand me the damn bag," Williams snapped holding his hand out. Smiling triumphantly, Kono snatched it off the tray and handed it to him. While he dug into the food, Kono moved across the room and dragged a second chair across the floor, next to Danny's. She sat down, her dark eyes locking on Steve.
"Has he woken up since the last fit?" she asked slowly, curiously.
Danny was quiet for a second, chewing, mulling over his answer. He swallowed his piece of burger and said, "Not fully. Mostly it's been incoherent rambling; a couple times he called out to his mother." Danny looked at the burger in his hand for a second before wrapping it up and throwing it back in the paper bag.
Kono frowned at both what she heard and Danny's action. She was supposed to get him to eat not lose him his appetite. She figured she could always send Chin in as a reinforcement, the food being his idea and everything.
Or, she could try to get him out of his funk on her own. So, Kono took a deep breath and said, "You know he'll be fine, right? I mean, with us watching out for him, his O'hana, he'll be up and around in no time." If only she really believed those words. And, unfortunately, neither did Danny.
But, from dealing with Grace on many occasions, he decided to humor her. So he gave Kono a small smile and quietly said, "Possibly."
Kono tried to smile back, but she couldn't quite manage it. In fact, all she really wanted to do was cry. Cry for Steve and the hell he was put through. Cry for Danny and the fact that he trusted someone who turned out to be a complete psychopath. Just cry…
But she knew crying wouldn't help the situation. For her at least. It'd probably just make things worse. So, she took a breath, pushed all her emotions to the back of her head, and said, "Can I get you anything else? I mean, you haven't left the hospital in a few days, and I'm sure you're running low on supplies."
"I'm fine, Kono," Danny responded giving her another weak smile. "But thanks for asking."
"No problem, Brah," she replied pushing herself to her feet. "I'll be back later."
"Okay."
"Okay." She moved toward the door, stopping to study the blond man. If Kono wasn't mistaken, and she'd eat her left foot if she was, Steve may not be the only person Bates broke. He broke Danny, too. Maybe not in a billion little pieces like McGarrett, but still broke him nonetheless…
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I promise the next chapter will be longer, actually feature a semi-coherent Steve, and maybe some Grace. I almost forgot about her plus I don't think Danny would want her to see her Uncle Steve like that.
Anyway, thanks so much for reading, reviewing, and alerting last chapter. It was so awesome of you guys and I really hope to catch ya in the next.
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P.S. Since a lot of you liked the title, I have decided to keep it. So, yeah...
