Hello! My name is Trish. I'm a friend of, well, I guess you know them as Hipster and Mitch. As many of you have noticed and asked about, they've kind of been MIA from this site for a couple weeks. The reason for this is that they were involved in a minor car accident. They're both okay and so is the baby, but they're pretty banged up. Lots of bruises and cuts, a few broken bones, and Mitch has a minor concussion. Nonetheless, they'll be fine. Right now they're staying with me, but Hipster did ask for me to bring over her laptop. She felt guilty about not posting, so she asked me to find something in her file. I was delighted to find one we wrote together months ago during a girl's weekend, so here it is. I don't know how she usually posts these, so I'm just gonna slap this up. They probably won't post again for a while, but she wanted to let everyone know what was going on.
"Williams." A distracted voice answered.
"Danny, you find Malner's car yet?" Steve asked impatiently. It was killing him not being out in the field. The governor had grown tired of Steve's habit of shooting inanimate objects and after the latest instance, in which he blew a sizeable hole in an uncooperative informant's surfboard, it had been decided that Steve needed to learn his lesson. Until the firearm discharge paperwork was processed, which, given HPD's reputation for slow paperwork, would take a while, he was on desk duty.
"Yeah, I'm in the lot now. It's the old Buick, right?"
"That's the one."
"I see it at the end…alright, I'm here. What exactly am I looking for?"
"Check the front end for damage. I wanna know if this is the same car that ran down the victim."
"Okay, I see a dent, which is nothing remarkable considering the abuse this rust bucket has seen. Uhhh…I got paint chippings. Again, not exactly a smoking gun." There was a pause while Danny continued to examine the front. "Wait…here we go. That's definitely blood. I'll call CSU and-" a sudden roar blared through the speaker, so loud that Steve had to hold it away from his ear. The sound of crackling and crunching metal could be heard as well.
"Danny?" Steve asked. There was reply. "Danny!"
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After finding the blood, Danny turned around and leaned against the hood of the car. His knee was killing him today and all the legwork was really starting to take it's toll.
"I'll call CSU and-" A sudden blinding pain seared into his skin and he was thrown forward with tremendous force. His body hit the pavement with a loud smack and he skidded a few inches, the asphalt tearing away pieces of skin. The last thing his mind registered before going blank was the muffled frantic voice in his hand desperately calling out his name.
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Desk duty be damned, Steve tore through the streets of Honolulu, siren wailing, ignoring every traffic law that stood between him and his partner. Something was terribly wrong, he could feel it in his gut. The call with Danny was still live, but his partner's voice never answered him. As he neared the parking lot, the sound of his own sirens drifted through the speaker. The moment he arrived, he jumped out of the car and sprinted toward the burning mass of metal that must have once been Malner's truck. At first, there was no sign of Danny. Then he spotted him, sprawled on the ground.
"Danny!" he shouted. Danny did not so much as twitch. He fell to his knees next to Danny, but found himself at a loss. Danny lay on his stomach, his head turned to the side. His entire back was burned. As he dialed 911, he fearfully checked for a pulse.
"Come on, Danno." He whispered. Relief coursed through him as a weak beat drummed against his fingers. Danny's breathing was shallow and quick. Even unconscious, Danny's face was pinched and his muscles taut with pain. Unsure of what to do, Steve simply held his partner's hand.
"Help's coming Danno, just hang on." He pleaded. The ambulance arrived within a minute. A quick assessment was done and Danny was gently lifted onto a gurney. Despite the paramedics care as they lifted him inside, Danny was still jarred out of oblivion. His inarticulate groan of pain caught their attention. Within seconds, he was writhing on the gurney, gripping Steve's hand in a crushing hold.
"Shh, hey I gotcha, man. It's gonna be okay. Just hang in there." Steve said shakily. Danny didn't seem to hear him. One of the paramedics filled a syringe and quickly emptied it contents into his patient. Almost instantly, Danny stilled, drifting back into unconsciousness. When Steve shot the man a questioning look, the he just shook his head sadly.
"It's kinder this way." He said knowingly as he shut the doors. As they sped toward the hospital, the paramedic relayed Danny's condition to the waiting doctors.
"Daniel Williams, forty-two. Injured in an explosion. Partial and full thickness burns all across the back and shoulder. Possible concussion and internal injuries. Notify the burn unit and have them on stand-by."
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Steve sat in the waiting room, head in his hands, foot jiggling nervously. Chin and Kono were seated next to him in similar nervous states. It had been three hours and there was still no word on Danny's condition. Just as Steve was about to go and ask the nurse at the desk for an update for the hundredth time, a doctor pushed through the double doors and asked for the family of Daniel Williams. Steve was standing in a heartbeat.
"I'm his partner. How is he?"
"He's alive and in stable condition. The burns to his back here…extensive to say the least. Some were quite severe. We were able to rule out internal bleeding, but he does have several broken ribs. Also, we have determine that he was a concussion, but it's minor. Beyond that, there are a multitude of abrasions and bruises from the impact with the ground. We're going to keep him in the ICU, sedated until some of burns heal."
"Sedated? Why?" Chin asked.
"His injuries are extremely painful. Because of the burns, we have to keep him on his side. This position, however, would press on his already tender ribs and would be nearly unbearable. It would be cruel to allow him to wake at this stage." Steve nodded.
"Can we see him?" The doctor shook his head.
"I'm sorry. Due to the high risk of infection, we can't allow any visitor in to see him. The best I can do is let you look in on him through the window." Disappointed but understanding, they followed the man through the maze of hallways to Danny's room. The sight that greeted them made their hearts ache for their friend. Danny propped on his side. He was shirtless, but bandages covered most of his body from the waist up. Several IVs snaked into his arm. His skin was ashen, except for the raw red that surround the bandages. An oxygen mask had been secured over him face.
"How long until he'll be allowed to wake up?" Kono asked, sniffing back tears.
"A week at least. After that, we'll slowly wean him off of it. You should, however, be allowed in to see him within a few days." With that, the doctor left, leaving them to stare at their fallen teammate.
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Two weeks later, Steve sat next Danny's bed, frowning down at his partner.
"You know, I always knew you were stubborn, but this is ridiculous." Steve said. As the doctor had said, Danny was taken off of sedation after a week. Still, he remained unresponsive. The doctors and nurses spouted off their theories about the residual shock of the injury, or the possibility of having given him to much of the drug that sedated him, or perhaps the injuries were more serious than originally thought. Still, all of their medical-babble boiled down to one thing. There was no provable medical reason for Danny not being awake.
"I'm serious, Danny. It's really time you woke up. Two weeks is a long time and things are getting too quiet." Still, Danny didn't move.
"And then there's Grace. She misses her dad. She said she didn't understand why you wouldn't just wake up already and I gotta agree with her." As always, Danny eyes remained closed. Steve sighed.
"Well, I'm going to go get a cup of coffee." As he turned to leave, movement caught his eye.
"Hmmmmpppfff?" Danny mumbled.
"Danny? Danny, can you hear me?" Steve asked, coming back to sit next to his partner.
"Wha'?"
"That's it, buddy. Come on back. Can you open your eyes?" Slowly, two eyes blinked blearily back at him. A wide grin spilt Steve's face. "Welcome back, Danno."
"S'goin' on?" Danny asked groggily, trying to roll onto his back.
"Whoa whoa whoa. I wouldn't do that just yet." Steve warned, pulling Danny back. This only seemed to confuse him more.
"Wha's goin' on? Why…I don't…Steve?"
"That's right, Danny. Just take it easy. You were in an accident and got hurt pretty bad. You're in the hospital right now. Your back has some severe burns on it, so you need to stay on your side, okay?"
"Okay." Danny replied. He still looked confused and out of it, but his trust in Steve kept him calm.
"How are you feelin'? Any pain?" Steve asked, ready to press the button to dispense more pain medication.
"N-no pain. Feel kinda…fuzzy?" Steve laughed.
"That's not surprising. They've got you drugged up to the gills."
"How long've I been out?" Danny asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Two weeks." Danny stopped and stared back at Steve in disbelief.
"Why so long?"
"You tell me, pal. They kept you out for the first week, but after that, it was all up to you. Gotta admit, you had us pretty worried."
"Sorry. Did we get him? Malner?"
"Don't you worry, Danno. We got him."
"That's good." Danny yawned. "Why am I so tired?"
"Doctor said to expect that. Your body's got a lot of healing to do. You should get some rest. Next time you wake up, we'll all be here."
"Everyone?" Danny asked sleepily.
"You bet, partner." Danny fell asleep with a smile on his face.
Sorry for any spelling or grammar weirdness. I'm a florist, not an English major.