Grunting in pain as he finished awkwardly wrapping the long bandage around his sore and bruised ribs as tight as he could, he reached for the three strips of tape he had stuck to the edge of the table and quickly taped the edge of the bandage down. Tugging down his tee-shirt, he rose to his feet and limped into the small bathroom.
Opening the small medicine cabinet above the sink, he rampaged through the cabinet's contents until he found the small bottle, he was searching for. Snatching it out, he unscrewed the lid before shaking three aspirins into his hand and swallowing them dry. Replacing the lid, he shoved the small bottle back onto its shelf inside the cabinet before slamming the door closed.
He started to turn away when he paused and looked back at the pale face in the mirror. His bottom lip was swollen and there was a large, jagged cut that ran just above his eyebrow from where he had hit his head after the car had slammed into the tree. Lifting his hand, he dipped his finger into the trail of blood that was slowly trickling down the side of his face and dripping, unnoticed, onto the edge of the white porcelain sink, smudging the blood before he lowered his hand and stared mesmerized for several long seconds at the red gore that now coated the tips of his fingers.
Slowly looking back up at the mirror, his reflection shimmered and changed, before morphing until he saw his grandfather's face staring back at him. The look of disappointment in the old man's eyes took his breath away and he swallowed hard, dropping his head, unable to look the face he saw in the mirror in the eye as he mumbled, "I found him just like I promised you I would."
"I know." The old man's answer did not surprise him, somehow his grandfather always knew what was going on, even after his death.
"I- I had him in my hand…" he admitted reluctantly, aware of the disappointment in him that he had just seen in the old man's eyes that his grandfather already knew that as well.
"But he tricked you and got away."
He nodded slowly, still not willing to look up at the face in the mirror, "I let you down."
"No, it wasn't me who you let down-" the old man said sadly.
"You're right," he sighed as he reluctantly looked back up at the face in the mirror. "I let him down."
His grandfather nodded, "And he deserves justice for what McGarrett did."
"And so do you," he whispered to the mirror, "and I promise you that I will see that justice will be served. McGarrett will not get away with what he did."
The face in the mirror slowly nodded as it began to shimmer and change. Blinking, he found himself staring at his own blood streak face in the mirror. "The next time I will make sure he pays; he won't get away again!" he murmured softly to the mirror before he turned away and limped back into the living room.
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