Blue-Green 30
Psyche looked over to find Bobby at cross odds. Both hands were pressed to their limits and he gritted his teeth for all he was worth. Sue was bearing down on his broken right one and James was pulling his left arm out of his socket. Just as quickly as it started, it stopped. The silent man straightened up and took a deep breath. Sue's grip loosened but she didn't let go. The Aussie in his precarious position started to fall backwards. Psyche caught him right away and pushed him further onto the getting smaller gurney. A slight growl caught all their attention and Levi generously moved onto the bigger bed next to the wolf.
Doc had finished with the nurse's hand and given her Demerol for the pain. She was curled up between two chairs, the stress of the night having caught up with her. The medic checked Hector's vitals. They were now steady but he still had a low fever. Walking around to check the silent man, he was waved away like a pesky fly. Doc just shook his head. "Mule." Turning to Bobby, he gestured to the second casting kit. "Mr. Manning-"
"Bobby."
"Bobby, whenever you are ready, I can take care of that hand."
The tall agent raised it gingerly and shrugged. "She's still attached to it, mate."
The medic nodded and began cleaning up the room. Not knowing what else to do, the lieutenant helped.
James tapped Bobby on the shoulder. 'How long?'
"Two minutes."
The silent man nodded and signed 'Not long now. Very close.' He pointed to the agent's shoulder. 'Sorry.'
"A little warning next time, please." Bobby smirked as the silent man simply shrugged as if to say 'Who knew?'
The Aussie sobered. He looked at the white knuckled hand that had such a tenacious grip on his. The pain was tolerable when she didn't press. He could still wiggle his fingers, which was a good sign. Looking up, he locked eyes with the silent man. "Tell me she's okay," he demanded in a grating whisper. At the other man's nod, he closed his eyes just for a moment.
And Sue let go.
