His right shoulder was screaming at him, but he didn't exactly have any other choice than to hold on. He glanced down, and realized how important it was for him to not lose his grip.

"HELP!" he had no other choice than to yell for help, "HELP ME!"

His right arm felt weak, like he barely could hold on with his hand. His left arm luckily felt alright enough to hold himself up.

"HELP!"

He could still hear a ruckus from the hotel room he had been tossed out of.

"HELP! I NEED HELP!"

The ruckus went quiet and a couple seconds later Hondo and Deacon looked over the railing.

Hondo twisted around, "Luca, Street, break into the room directly below us!"

"Can you pull yourself up?" Deacon asked.

"No." Tan shook his head, "My right shoulder's hurt."

"Can you hold on?"

"I hope so."

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"LAPD-SWAT!" Luca yelled as he slammed on the door, "We have an ongoing emergency on your balcony!"

Street was just about ready to attempt to kick down the door, when it unlocked and a rather confused young woman opened it a split second later.

Luca stormed into the hotel room, while Street actually paused a quarter second to thank her, before following.

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Luca grabbed his left arm and shoulder, and he felt a bit safer. A second later, Street came into view and grabbed his right.

His shoulder screamed, he screamed as well.

"Pull him up." Luca ordered, and the two of them started pulling him upward.

He went up and over the railing, before he was dumped onto the deck of the balcony.

His shoulder felt like he had some really hot hot sauce in it. He managed to get his right arm cradled in his left, and worked on not crying.

"How are you feeling?" Street asked, one hand on his good shoulder this time.

"Think I tore my shoulder." he winced, "I didn't think I was going to manage to hold on."

Luca nodded and hunched down beside him, "You think you can move your shoulder?"

He tried, but ended up shaking his head. "No. No, feels like it's dislocated or something."

"Your elbow or wrist then?" Street added.

Tan attempted, but ended up shaking his head. "Feels like I have a knife in my shoulder."

"Alright, let's just try to stabilize it then." Luca said as he pulled out a triangular bandage from a pocket of his west.

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The next day, Tan walked into the S.W.A.T headquarters, with a massive immobilizing sling holding his right arm completely still.

He was glad to see the rest of his team and they seemed to be very happy to see him as well.

"Hey." Chris grinned when she saw him, "What did the doctors say?"

"Going to need reconstructive surgery." Tan tsked, "Tore pretty much everything in my shoulder. I'm having surgery next week."

Chris nodded.

As they walked towards the training area Luca came running up to them, "Hey man, how's the wing? Looks like they meant serious business with that sling right there."

Tan nodded and glanced at the band running across his lower chest to hold his arm tight to his body. "Yeah, I needed Bonnie to help me get dressed this morning. -And to drive me over here. Thanks for pulling me up by the way."

"Don't mention it." Luca winked, "I know you would've done the same for any of us."

Tan smirked, "Well, not for the next few months…"

Luca looked over at his arm, "-But… You're going to be okay, right?"

"The surgeon who's going to fix my arm thinks so." Tan nodded, "Going to be a long recovery time though."

Luca nodded, "I hope you heal quickly."

"We all do…" Chris added.

Tan nodded, "Well, so do I."