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AN: Thank you to everyone that's reviewed, because of you, there is now a second chapter! So, this chapter is for Igiveup, Arodloverus2001, CSI Gray, Dragon Empress, dadsgirl4eva, Swede85, Loopey-Laura and just a reader, I hope that you all enjoy it. As always, reviews are gratefully received.
Chapter 2
Flack leaned over the sink and eyed his reflection critically. There were bags under his eyes and one and a half days worth of stubble on his chin. So, not only did he feel like crap, but he apparently looked like it too.
He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. Danny still hadn't woken up, and there was no way in hell that Flack was leaving before he did, before he'd reassured himself that Danny was ok.
He made a face at his reflection and looked at his watch. The 'any minute now' that the nurse had promised was taking a lot longer than expected. He kept asking when it was going to happen, receiving a 'soon' or a 'later' for his troubles. It had got to the stage now that they didn't even wait for him to ask, and just said it as soon as they walked into the room.
Flack gingerly poked at his shoulder, letting out a hiss of pain as he came into contact with the actual bullet hole. It had been aching for a while, a painful reminder of the previous days events. He gently tried to move it, wincing as bolts of pain shot through him. He knew that he should probably be in a hospital bed, drugged to the eyeballs on pain relief, but he figured that he could deal with the pain until Danny had woken up.
He scrubbed at his eyes with his good arm, freezing as a high pitched squealing cut through the air.
"Danny" he breathed, and burst into action.
He sprinted out the door and back into Danny's room. His heart was pounding and his shoulder was protesting violently, but all his thoughts were on his friend.
It was a shock to find only one other person in the room. From the beeping, Flack had immediately assumed the worst, and to find a nurse calmly going about her way was quite disconcerting.
"What happened?" demanded Flack.
"Mr Flack – " began the nurse.
"Detective," he corrected automatically.
"Detective Flack, sorry, an EKG lead came loose, meaning that the machines thought that his heart had stopped, but he's fine and – oh, you're bleeding!"
Flack looked down at his shoulder and to his dismay found that the nurse was right, blood was soaking through his shirt.
"Dammit!" he cursed.
The nurse guided him to a chair and practically pushed him down onto it.
"Take off your shirt," she ordered.
Flack complied, wincing as he did so. The nurse then carefully cut away the bandages, shaking her head as she saw the damage.
"Looks like you've torn your stitches, Detective. I'll have to redo them."
Flack groaned at her words, and turned to scowl down at Danny.
"This is your fault, Messer!"
Still there was no response, the brilliant blue eyes remaining closed.
Flack dropped his head, immediately regretting the movement as waves of pain washed through his body. He squeezed his eyes shut, glad that he was sitting down. When he reopened them, the nurse was standing over him, a concerned expression on her face. Flack gave her a weak smile.
"I'm fine, it's nothing, really," he tried to convince her.
"Uh-huh," she said disbelievingly.
She then walked out the room, presumably to get supplies, leaving Flack alone, with the pain in his shoulder and a non-responsive Danny. Flack looked round furtively, making sure that no one was in earshot.
"Danny, c'mon please, wake up. Open your eyes," he practically begged.
But still there was no response. Flack slumped in his seat as the nurse walked back in the room, bearing all she needed to repair his torn stitches.
"Right, this won't take long," she said, as she came at him with a syringe.
He winced as the needle punctured his skin, but felt almost immediate relief from the pain as the medicine flowed through his veins. He let out a deep breath and closed his eyes, realising for the first time how tired he actually was. He forced his eyes open again; reminding himself that there would be plenty of time to sleep once Danny had woken up.
He subtly looked over at Danny, checking that his eyes were still closed and that he hadn't missed him waking.
"It won't be long now," the nurse said, following his gaze.
Flack gave her a guilty smile - so much for being subtle! Even so, they'd been telling him that all day and it still hadn't materialised, so he was starting to lose faith that Danny would wake up any time soon.
"There, all done."
The nurse finished her stitching and nodded with approval.
"Now be careful, no more sudden movements, ok?"
Flack nodded meekly, and muttered his thanks as the nurse walked out the door.
"You're just lucky that I'm the forgiving type," he told Danny.
He held his breath as Danny stirred slightly, but still the blue eyes remained shut.
"C'mon Danny, you owe me, open your eyes!"
Danny stirred some more, and Flack leaned forward, wondering if his pleas had been heard, and if they were finally going to be answered.
He watched with bated breath as the previously motionless figure made a fist with their hand, before relaxing it again.
Then the blue eyes opened.