AN: Please don't kill me! I'm sorry I didn't update last week, but its exams and I hardly have time for anything. That being said it probably won't get any better until December. I apologize in advance.

This chapter came out of nowhere and was written in the last two weeks because some of you wanted to read a bit about Steve's therapy session. What the readers demand they get

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Hawaii Five 0

Ikaika

When Danny and Kono return they find Steve asleep with a nasal canula aiding his breathing, something they thought would be long gone by now. However the doctor had warned them about it reappearing so neither were worried

They both take a seat and immediately start a discussion on suitable pizza toppings. Every time the discussion becomes a little too loud they'd cast a guilty look towards their sleeping friend and then continue. Chin arrives a few minutes later and starts backing Kono up.

All of them are too busy to notice the slight smile that plays across Steve's lips despite everything else on his mind.

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Earlier that day...

"Rise and Shine sailor! Your burning daylight." An unfamiliar voice wakes Steve from an easy slumber.

Kono, who was sitting next to him, shoots straight out of her chair while her hand goes to where her gun is usually holstered.

Steve would have laughed if it wasn't for the intimidating woman standing at the foot of his bed. He assumes that this is his new therapist. He wasn't looking forward to finding out why she had such a bad reputation with the nurses on the floor.

"My name is Ursula. I will be your therapist. Last names are not important, I believe that first names are much less formal. Don't you agree Steven?" She smiled at him. Somehow it didn't seem very sincere to McGarrett.

Kono just stared at the newcomer and Steve who was groggy from the pain meds couldn't formulate a response.

"You can call me Steve." McGarrett finally stammered.

"Is that the name your mother gave you?" Ursula asked looking up from her notebook.

"No, but..."

"Then I will call you Steven. Let us get started." She set the chart down and glared at Kono who was still staring at the therapist. "You can leave now. The first session is always a bit uncomfortable and I'm sure Steven will not want you to see that."

Steve is about to protest, but can only shoot Kono a pleading look as Ursula practically shoves the slender woman out the door.

Ursula smiles at Steve as she moves back to the bed.

"I am going to ask you sit up for me. Your doctor should be here shortly so we can listen to your lungs for any mucus that may cause your saturation levels to drop. I don't believe it is necessary, but it is hospital policy. Meanwhile we can start with some exercises." Ursula grabs Steve by his forearm and with a hand behind his back, she hauls him upright.

Surprised by his actions and not having been up for two days reeks havoc with Steve's system. He is suddenly very dizzy and feels sick to his stomach.

"You get sick on me and I stay for an extra hour." The therapist from hell, as Steve had nicknamed her, had obviously picked up on his green pallor.

"Yes ma'am." Steve tried to hide to hide exactly how close he was to doing just that. To add insult to injury it felt like someone was wrapping a rubber band around his chest. However everytime he tried to tell his therapist she told him to keep quiet and concentrate on the exercises she was showing him.

"Ok Steve, I'm just going to stretch your legs and shoulders and then I'll show you a few more exercises to do during the day."

Half an hour later and Steve's breathing was getting worse. Ursula apparently didn't notice and was startled when the alarm next to Steve's bed went off.

Moments later Dr Wright and two nurses came rushing into the room. While the nurses tended to Steve, Wright confronted the therapist.

"What the hell are you doing? Why are you even in here without my clearance? You know what hospital policy says! Look at him! Did you even bother listening to his lungs before you started? No, of course not, because you think it's a colossal waste of time! Why didn't you stop when you heard him struggle to catch his breath?" Wright finally gave Ursula a chance to defend herself.

"I wanted him to tough it out. The next few months are going to be hard for him. He needs to learn what it means to be tough. He's not going to get anywhere if he's a softie." Ursula replied matter of factly.

At that Wright nearly lost her temper all together.

"Tough it out! He's a Navy SEAL, he's anything but soft! If he shows weakness you know you're in trouble, but of course you would know this if you bothered to read his file. Yet another thing you consider a waste of time. Get out of my patient's room, and don't think I'm going to keep quiet this time. I will be sharing this incident with the hospital board. Don't even think about coming within 10 ft of my patient again." Wright shouted while ushering Ursula out the door, before moving to Steve who was struggling to get his breathing under control.

"Steve, I'm going to give you a muscle relaxant and something for the pain. It'll loosen up the muscles in your chest and make it easier to breath. It's going to knock you out as well and help your body recover from the shock. We'll take the oxygen mask off as soon as your stats come up a bit. However I'm going to keep the nasal canula in place for a few days. Go to sleep now, you'll feel better when you wake up." Wright said as she injected something into his IV port.

With the drugs pulling him under Steve didn't even stir when they swapped the mask for a canula.

A few minutes later he heard his team entering his room. He couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips when he heard them bickering. For a moment he forgot everything that was going on an drifted off with the sound of his teams laughing in the background.

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AN2: So love or hate? Let me know if there's anything you'd like to see happening in this story. I'm open to suggestions.

There's going to be some editing happening during the December holidays so bear with me, mistakes will be fixed. The good news is that I should be posting more regularly during the holidays so the story should be done by the end of our summer holidays. That's usually about middle January.