AIE MANAWA – BORROWED TIME

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A/N: Thank you all for the lovely reviews, favs and follows. I really appreciate it! The story is set mid Season 6.

Mahalo and Enjoy.

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Chapter Thirty-six: He Needs Some Time.

His eyes felt heavy, his head foggy and his chest felt tight. He tried to open his eyes, but when they got exposed to a bright light, he closed them again. He tried to turn his head, only the muscles in his neck felt sore and tense as well. It was like you would do a physical activity and the next day some muscles would ache and you never even knew you had muscles it that part of your body. Or at least it were muscles you'd normally didn't use.

Danny tried to shift into a more comfortable position; he moved his legs and tried to lean more on his left side since the pressure became unbearable on the right side of his back. His right shoulder was aching. His left hand went automatically to his shoulder, but when he tried to move his right arm he could feel every muscle cramp. It felt heavy and impossible to lift. He could feel something in his chest under his collarbone.

He managed to open his eyes and shot a glance to his right side. There was something coming out of his chest, tubes or something. His eyesight wasn't completely focused yet, so he blinked a few times till his sight became clear. He definitely hadn't seen it before and it didn't feel right and natural they were sticking out. They had to get out. Danny tried to grab them to pull them out, only a warm and big hand stopped him from doing so. Danny turned his head and looked right into two very familiar cool gray eyes.

"Steve." It sounded hoarse, soft and weak. Steve let go of his hand. Danny tried to move, but the thing in his chest didn't feel good, he had to pull it out. He tried again; he had to.

"Hey. Hey stop, don't touch that. Danny, stop touching it." Once again Steve stopped him from touching it, but it had to come out, it didn't feel natural. Danny tried to escape from Steve's grip. The sudden movement trigged a wave of nausea. Danny closed his eyes trying to breathe through it; in through his nose, out through his mouth. That's when he noticed a nasal cannula was strapped under his nose. He hated that thing.

"Steve?" Danny pulled the nasal cannula out of his nose; it was harder to do with only the use of his left hand. He opened his eyes again to see if Steve was still there.

"I'm right here." Steve placed the cannula back underneath and in his nose. Danny tried to resist, raising his right arm, when he felt his shoulder ache again. It reminded him of the tubes coming out of his chest.

""What-why-what is this?" Danny glanced at his chest. He couldn't pull it out because Steve was still holding his left arm down.

"How are you feeling?" Steve tried to distract Danny from the question he asked. Steve didn't know if he should tell him, or that a doctor should. But he had Danny's attention and let go of Danny's arm.

"Really?" Danny shifted a bit and moaned as he did. "Don't change the subject Steven." Danny was glad Steve had let go of his arm. His shoulder was aching, so his hand went back there right away. Not to pull anything, but to apply a bit of pressure, hoping it would help suppress the pain.

"Alright easy, okay? You're connected to a dialysis machine, so please don't pull the tubes out or anything." Steve shot a warning look at Danny. "I'm-I'm what?" Danny stammered not understanding what Steve just told him. His mind was a little foggy, his head ached and he felt lightheaded. They locked eyes. Danny could see the concern lingering in his eyes. Steve looked damn tired to him. Like he hadn't slept in days. How long had he been here? His thoughts were interrupted.

"Good to see you're awake detective Williams." A woman said as she entered the room. She was wearing blue scrubs and a white lab coat, so she must be a doctor. Only it wasn't doctor Murray.

"Where's... Murray?" Danny swallowed a big lump in his throat between the two words, to get rid of the nauseous feeling. He looked at the woman, he didn't recognizer her.

"Danny!" Steve said it warningly. The Jersey attitude was already back.

"No it's okay, I understand, we haven't met yet. I'm doctor Fernandez; I consulted with doctor Murray on your case. He's in surgery, so I'm covering for him." How are you feeling detective?"

"Please, it's Danny and why am I… why am I on dialysis?"

"Straight to the point I see." Doctor Fernandez took place on the bed, to make the conversation less formal and this way she could look Danny more in his eyes.

"Well you have a kidney infection called glomerulonephritis and sometimes it's necessary to help the kidney to regain some function. That's why we decided to do a few rounds of dialysis to help your kidney regain more function. Because your numbers are very low again." Doctor Fernandez explained the situation, while observing her patient. Danny was swallowing consistently, breathing deeper and he had trouble keeping his eyes open, fighting the exhaustion. Danny didn't seem to understand the danger he had been through and still had to face. He just was fighting the sleep and nausea.

"I'll explain to you later or if you have any questions you can ask me at all time. For now, try to relax. The dialysis session will take up to another two hours. It's completely normal to feel tired and to sleep during the session. Just don't try to touch the catheter, it's extremely sensitive for infections or blood clots."

"I'll try." Danny glanced at his chest.

"Do you have any pain? Nausea? Headache? You tired?" Doctor Fernandez shared her observation to see if she was right.

"Yes and all of that." Danny said it short and softly as he closed his eyes, because he was damn tired. Also trying to keep the nausea at bay.

"Alright. Try to relax and rest. I'm going to do a quick examination, so commander would you mind stepping out for a brief moment?" The doc stood up from the bed, ready to check on her patient.

"Yeah sure no problem. Danny I'll be back in a bit, okay?" Steve said as he placed his hand on Danny's left shoulder to let him know. Danny kept his eyes shut and murmured agreeing.

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"Hey doc, how is he?" Steve asked immediately as doctor Fernandez came out of Danny's room. Steve had been waiting against the wall facing Danny's room. He walked up to her.

"Well considering everything, I think he's managing. He's experiencing some discomfort, but there isn't much I can do about it. The pressure on his back seems less and also does the pain. His right side is still pretty bruised and the scar tissue on his abdomen doesn't look good, but it's improving. After the dialysis session I'm going to run some labs, so we'll know more in a bit." She shared her examination with Steve and nodded formal to let Steve know she should be on her way. Only Steve wasn't done asking.

"Okay. Did he ask about anything? I mean he didn't seem to care or understand all of it." Steve referred to the conversation that just took place. Well you almost couldn't call it a conversation; the doc did almost all the talking. Something Steve wasn't used to when Danny would be around.

"He needs some time, he's not feeling the best and still a little hazy form the medication. It's normal to react like this. I'll explain it again when he's more up to it." The doc reassured Steve's concern about Danny's previous reaction to the whole dialysis thing.

"I understand, thank you." Steve was about to go back in, when he felt the brochure burning, it was still in his pocket. He turned around and stopped the doc from walking away.

"Doctor Fernandez, does he need a transplant? I mean we are a blood type match, so if he needs it, I'll donate my kidney." Steve had been going over it for a few hours now and if it was something Danny needed, he would do it.

"Oh we are really not there yet, commander." She gave Steve a comforting smile.

"Then why did you give me this brochure?" Steve showed the brochure, bit wrinkled by being stuffed in his pocket.

"Well the brochure is about kidney failure and yes, detective Williams' kidney is failing. It's working less then it has, so that's already what we call kidney failure." Doctor Fernandez looked at Steve to see if she answered his question, only his look became even more confused.

"Lets sit down shall we?" She gestured to the chairs standing in the hallway. Steve agreed and signed 'after you' as the doc sat down first. "Danny's kidney was working up to a 65%. Right now it's 30%, so his kidney is failing. Only when a kidney drops to working 30% it's only going to deteriorate. That's why I wanted him on dialysis as quickly as possible. I want his only kidney to improve again. After the dialysis I'll ran some labs and with the results I hope to see whether his kidney will improve or deteriorate."

"And when it shows it'll deteriorate, he'll need a transplant?" Steve wasn't complete sure by what the doc just said. He crossed his arms while he furrowed his brow.

"No, still not yet. I would be talking about a transplant if his kidney would work for a 10%. If the results show deterioration, detective Williams will be signing up for multiple dialysis sessions a week. That way we can extent the way for a kidney transplant."

Steve didn't know what to say, he ran his hands over his face instead. He felt exhausted. Even when he did have six hours of sleep, all his energy had been drained.

"I know it sounds bad, but basically what we are doing now, is restarting his kidney. See it like a computer. When your computer is not responding to anything, you shut it down and restart it right? Most of the times it works, it'll remind your computer to what it's suppose to do. So with dialysis, we'll remind the kidney of its function. Hopefully it improves and that way he'll only need a few more dialysis sessions." Doctor Fernandez placed her hand on Steve's arm, saying he shouldn't give up any hope yet.

"How long before you can have the results?" Steve was eager to know the results, but at the same time, it couldn't take long enough.

"Lets say within thirty minutes or so after his session, so within two and a half hour. I'll find you, if I have them alright?" The doc stood up. She really needed to get going.

"Thank you." Steve looked appreciative at doctor Fernandez, while he stood up as well. "Oh, do you know when doctor Murray will be finished in surgery?"

"Still a couple of hours, but he'll stop by as soon as he is done."

"Thanks again." Steve made his way to go back in. Danny was probably asleep again, which meant Steve could hopefully sleep as well for an hour or so.

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Danny opened his eyes. He looked around the room; he was still in the hospital. His head felt like it could explode any second and the light was bright to his eyes. Danny turned his head to the left when he found Steve sitting in a chair next to his bed. Steve was reading something, some kind of brochure. It must be one of those typical hospital brochures, once you unfold them, there is no way you can fold them back up as they should. Danny tried to move quietly, only a flare of pain rushed through his abdomen as he let out a loud moan. Steve jumped, folding the brochure quickly. Not quickly enough because Danny could see the title on the cover.

"Kidney failure?" Danny read it out loud, while clenching his abdomen.

"What?" Steve tried to dodge the sudden question.

"Is my kidney failing? Is that why I'm on dialysis?" Danny glanced at his right side. The tubes were still in there, he could feel them only he wasn't connected to the machine anymore and his hospital gown covered up the tubes. He tried to recall the conversation about him being on dialysis. The only thing that popped back up was that he had some kind of infection. Not that his only kidney was failing. "I'm dying?" Danny panicked and tried to sit more up and his left hand went automatically to his right shoulder, ripping his hospital gown open and trying to take the bandage underneath it off.

"Stop, listen to me. You're not dying. Stop exaggerating and please stop touching that thing." Steve slapped Danny's left hand gently away from another attempt of trying to get rid of the catheter.

"Exaggerating?" Danny was leaning forward and looked resentful at Steve with narrowed eyes. "Try being the one lying in this damn hospital bed!" He leaned back against the pillows as his body started to tremble by sitting up.

"You know I would trade places with you in a second right?" Steve looked sincerely into Danny's eyes as he tried to close the hospital gown back up.

"I know you would, but I'm not allowing that… even if it would prove that I'm right once again." Danny let out a deep breath middle of his sentence.

"Right about what?" Steve didn't follow Danny. He was more focused on not hurting him while managed to close the gown up.

"That you're a big idiot and being stupid!" Danny let out a big sigh. He didn't have the energy to argue. He coughed and he grunted in pain.

"You okay?" Steve immediately let the argument slide and looked concerned at his friend.

"No, I'm not okay. My head, my chest, I'm trying not to puke and I'm tired, so no I'm not okay." Danny closed his eyes, trying to relax and take some deep breaths as he placed his left hand on his chest.

Steve looked curious at Danny. Every symptom would be caused by the dialysis or the infection. But chest pain wasn't one of them. Steve didn't know if he should alert a doctor or nurse. He decided to ask first. "What about your chest?"

"Never mind. You're not my doctor Steve." Danny said it drowsy and still with his eyes closed, almost back to sleep again.

"No I'm not, but maybe if you would've told me you got hurt in the first place, we wouldn't be here." Steve was done with Danny denying everything, Steve had done nothing but be there for his friend. And in return Danny was still shutting him out.

"You… you out of all people... do not get to play that card." Danny opened his eyes and looked straight at Steve. It became harder to speak up and Danny needed to swallow after saying a few words. He really didn't want to throw up in front of Steve.

"Explain to me why you didn't say anything, huh?" Steve looked indignantly at Danny, impatiently waiting for an answer.

"No… not now." Danny was trying to control his breathing, but the burning pain in his chest didn't seem to vanish.

"Yes now, don't chicken out." Steve was standing with his hands on his hips.

"No… Steve." Danny had to catch his breath between the words. He said it soft and weak. Steve had his eyes focused on Danny. As they locked eyes, Danny's blue eyes were wide open, Steve could see the fear in his eyes. Something was not right. Steve was caught of guard as the beeping sound of the hart monitor started to quicken and an alarmingly sound went off.

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A/N: MAHALO for reading! Chapter 37 will be uploaded with a few days.