Chapter 6 of ?

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Jack and Bozer return to the house and are taken aback as soon as they open the door. A T-shirt is crumpled on the ground, there's two boxes and one of their friends crutch on the ground.

"Oh my god, Mac! Mac, are you okay?" Bozer says as his eyes lock into Jack's for a brief second

"Where are you bud?" Jack says as he checks for any forced entry. Just then they hear Mac's voice coming from the couch, his hand in the air waving.

"I'm right here guys, I'm fine, it's *he sighs* a long story."

"Jesus Mac, I thought you were kidnapped or something!" Jack's heart rate drops and his breathing regulates again.

"Yeah man, what the hell happened? Are you sure you're okay?" Bozer asks as he walks over to Mac.

Surprisingly the young agent doesn't look too uncomfortable, and doesn't look any more worse for wear than he did when they left. He's still sprawled out on the couch, right leg elevated, he only thing that is different is his hair, it looks a little more matted than before, and of course he isn't wearing a shirt.

Mac props himself up on one arm and runs his fingers through is blonde hair. He starts the story, "Cookies,"

Bozer cuts him off, "Nahh, I'm good, do you want any?"

"No. Cookies, that's how this started. There was a girl selling girl scout cookies at the door, I bought some but had to get my wallet from my room. I guess I just got tired and really couldn't stand anymore. Anyways, long story short, I took a little nap then made it back to the couch."

"What about your shirt?" Bozer asks.

"Um, I got a little sick"

"Oh, Mac. Are you sure you're okay though? Like, do we have to take you back to the hospital again?" Jack asks in his fatherly yet brotherly tone.

"Yes, I can assure you that I am fine."

Jack's look of concern transforms into a small smile. "So, what kind of cookies did you buy? Cause you know, I like girl scout cookies!"

All three chuckle, I got the mint ones and a box of the coconut things. They should be by the door."

"Alright! Mac for the win" Jacks says gleefully gathering the two boxes that had fallen earlier.

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Later that night Mac is finally as comfortable as he's going to get. After a long and eventful couple of days he is more than ready to take a shower. The only question is how. This isn't the first time he's been in a cast but it's the most painful time for sure. He sits on the couch debating how he's going to ask his friends for help.

"Hey guys, I've got a favor to ask."

"What's up?" Bozer asks as he turns the faucet off

Jack tosses his beer cap into the bin and heads over to the young agent.

"I really need a shower. However, this lovely cast doesn't do well with water. Do you think you help me bag it so it won't get wet?"

"Of course, brother, no problem." Jack says already getting up to grab a garbage bag and some tape. Jack was no stranger to the hassles of a cast either.

Bozer helps Mac get to his feet while Jack slips the clear bag over his leg. Jack gulps as he sees the red, chaffed skin at the top of Mac's thigh.

"Damn dude, this goes up really high."

"Yeah, I guess it does." Mac says, with a small amount of shame in his voice as he holds up his shorts so that Jack can tape the bag.

"Thanks guys, I'll be out in a little bit."

Mac puts his phone in his pocket and crutches to the bathroom. He pulls his phone out and hits shuffle. Leaning against the wall he carefully slips out of his clothes. He realizes that getting into the shower first and then turning on the water rather than taking the risk of slipping on the wet tub. Once in the shower with the water it's at his desired temperature, he lets the hot water spray his face and chest.

It's about 10 minutes later when Bozer and Jack hear the water shut off, followed by a muffled groan.

"Do you think he's okay?" Bozer asks Jack.

"Physically or mentally?" He responds, taking another swig of his beer.

"I guess both. He's obviously in a lot of pain, almost constantly, and of course he tries to downplay it. But there's only so long that Mac can lay around and do nothing. He's going to go nuts!"

"You're right, I think the longest I've seen him out of commission is four days, and that was only after he got poisoned on one of our missions."

Bozer hears Mac's music turn off and he lowers his voice. "We should take him out, have a guys day. I think it might be good for him."

"That's not a bad idea, maybe in a few days, I don't think he's up to doing much other than resting right now."

The bathroom door knob turns and Mac hobbles out, towel around his waist, clothes thrown over his shoulder.

"You good brother?" Jack asks.

"Yep, all good. I'm probably just going to go to bed though. Thanks for all your help today. And Jack, save me some of those mint cookies, okay?"

Jack chuckles, "yeah yeah, they're in the freezer. Do you want some now?"

"No, I just brushed my teeth, tomorrow though, for sure."

When Mac reaches his room he gently closes the door, throws his clothes in the hamper and grabs his swiss army knife from his dresser. He pulls out the blade and frees himself from the garbage bag. Grabs a pair of sweatpants and crawls under the covers into his bed. The cool, soft sheets feels heavenly and helps Mac relax that much more. He reaches over to plug his phone and take a couple more pain pills. About 10 seconds later he hears a knock on the door.

"Hey Mac?"

"Yeah Bozer, you can come it"

"Hey, sorry to bother you, but I figured you might want your, uhh, leg elevator thing."

"Oh, yeah. Thanks. Actually, can you help me with it?"

"Sure." Bozer says as he walks over to Mac in bed. "What can I do?"

Mac sits up a little and flips back the blankets.

"Can you just help me lift my leg and then put the frame under it."

The young blonde can't help but let a small yelp escape when Wilt lowers his leg back down just a little too hard.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. What did I do?"

"No, It's okay. I'm fine, just a little sore." Mac answers through semi-clenched teeth.

"Can I do anything else for you? Do you need anything?" Bozer asks as he pulls the blankets back up for Mac.

"I think I'm good, thanks though. Just close the door on your way out."

"You got it, and no midnight strolls tonight okay?"

Mac laughs, "alright Boz, goodnight."

"Night."

"How's he doing?" Jack asks when he sees Bozer.

"He's doing, still hurting, but still putting up a front like Mac does. The smallest movements seem to be tremendously painful."

"Well, they did a fair amount of poking and prodding and he has a lot of hardware in that leg now. But everyday is a new day, hopefully he'll feel a little better tomorrow. After a good night's rest."

"I guess you're right, and I did tell him not to take any field trips in the middle of the night, so that might help."

Jack laughs and reaches for the remote. He turns on SportsCenter and makes himself comfortable.

Bozer heads into the kitchen to finish cleaning up before he too, heads to bed.

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