"Please just tell me?" Tony whined to the young woman.
"Sir I already told you all I know. The test results will be ready in five minutes. Dr. Paulson ran head scans and a chest screen, as a precaution, to make sure this isn't his hearts doing. There is nothing more I can tell you until we analyse the scans."
"Well can I see him then?" He asked more politely this time as he calmed down some, reminding himself that it wasn't the nurses fault he was in the mess. This was all his own doing.
"No, a doctor is stitching him up."
"What?" Tony asked, what could they need to stitch? In the chopper Jack hadn't been bleeding. Had he been in surgery for something and they weren't telling him? Just what was wrong with Jack?
"Don't worry, it seems your friend has been in a fight recently. There was a few scrapes and some pretty sore bruising on his face and neck. Dr. Paulson decided that the worst injuries could be stitched to reduce scarring. Its nothing serious, simply a scratch here and there. Now go and rest, I'll bring the results to you and your friend within the next ten to fifteen minutes."
Tony nodded, defeated and sulked back down to the corridor to there private room where Brad still sat apprehensively. Tony suddenly remembered his phone conversation with Beanie who had told him that Ben, another man involved in their risky sting op, had been knocked out after a fight with Jack. That would explain his injuries. He stopped off at the drinks machine and got himself and Brad a cup of coffee as he put his forgetful mood down to worry and exhaustion. He could cure one of those, at least.
He pushed his way into the room and settled back down by Brad, not before handing him the coffee which he gratefully sipped at.
"What did they say?" Brad asked after hissing, the coffee was very hot.
"They're waiting for the test results. Should be able to tell us what is wrong in ten."
Brad nodded and risked another sip while he thought about the situation.
"We will wait for the results on Jack before we get started. Then we can focus on what you've done today, and how we can explain it to Division without giving them reason to start an investigation. Logically, we should be able to tell them that you and Jack stopped the bomb. That's what happened, technically... Well its the bare bones of it anyway. If we can explain the other details away I think we can get away without telling them of your intentions today."
Tony nodded over his paper cup, keeping quiet. Not that he wasn't grateful for Brads help, he was ecstatic, he just couldn't focus on this now. He was glad Brad understood, he couldn't believe this turn of events. He thought back to the old saying he had read in a book as a child and had never forgot, what was it now, something about your enemies becoming friends... It was certainly something like that. He couldn't help but think about the irony of it now, what a funny thing fate was.
