A/N:

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I do not own "Hawaii 5-0" or its characters. I do not make any money with this.

All mistakes are mine.

Summary:

Steve and Danny go on a fishing trip which goes horribly wrong leaving the two of them injured and shipwrecked. (Not much plot, rather whump, hurt and comfort.)

Here goes.

Cheers,

Biensche

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The storm churned and balled the water masses before them. A huge wave seized the small boat and held it tightly in its grip before it let go and threw it down the steep slope. The boat crashed down and with it its occupants who stared in horror at the violent storm front and the massive water walls all around.

As the vessel was slashed repeatedly by numerous big and even bigger waves, Steve lost his grip and footing by the steering wheel and tumbled. His arms flailed in the air trying to find anything he could wrap his fingers around to keep his balance. But as the boat tipped once again, Steve tripped and fell to his side.

"Steve!" Danny cried out as he saw his friend stumbling. A second before Steve fell to the floor of the boat, Danny heard a sickening crunch. Another terrible thud could be heard as Steve hit the floor with his head.

"Steve! Steve!" Danny called out again as he let go of his more or less safe spot by the column which he had held onto with all his might to keep from toppling over. He got down to all fours and as fast as the rocking boat allowed, crawled over to where his partner lay on his side. Steve's face was turned away from Danny, so he couldn't tell how bad the damage was.

Danny moved around to face Steve. His eyes were closed and there was a small puddle of blood forming underneath his left temple.

"Steven, hey, Steve." Danny's voice was gentle and he carefully and lightly tapped Steve's cheek to rouse him. He let his eyes roam Steve's body and saw the awfully twisted left ankle which must've cause the crunching sound Danny had heard before. Ooh, that gotta hurt.

The storm seemed to have lessened as the boat wasn't thrown about as wildly. The wind still howled around the cabin and whipped rain against the boat which made the atmosphere quite eerie. Still, Danny was happy about the small mercy of a steadier boat. The situation itself was bad enough as it was: Lost on the sea and now an injured Steve.

A low moan brought Danny back to the presence. And to Danny it was the sweetest thing he would have wanted to hear in that very moment. "That's it, babe. Open your eyes."

Steve's eye lids fluttered for a moment before they opened. It took him another second to focus on Danny who smiled down at him.

"Ow."

"I bet", Danny replied as he tenderly shoved Steve who tried to sit up back down. "Stay down. You hurt your head and ankle pretty good."

"That explains the pain", Steve groaned and rolled to his back. His hand went up to his temple but Danny caught his wrist in midair.

"No touching.", Danny chided and from a nearby shelf he grabbed a towel which luckily still stuck there. He balled it together and pressed it against Steve's bleeding head wound. Then he grabbed Steve's hand to put pressure on it. "Now you can touch it and actually do something useful, too."

Steve glared at him.

"How's the pain?" Danny asked ignoring Steve's piercing eyes.

"It's manageable."

"Sure is, Mr. Super-duper-SEAL. No pain of course."

"I said it's manageable, not that there isn't any pain."

Danny huffed. "On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being 'I bumped my toe' and 10 'I'm about to pass out'?"

"Maybe a 5."

"Okay, for us normal average kind of guys, an 8 it is then."

"What would you have said if I had said 8?"

"I'll take a look at that ankle of yours." Danny turned to inspect Steve's badly twisted foot.

The injured man lifted his head his hand still holding the towel and followed Danny's movements. Laying his head back down to the floor, he hissed as Danny gently probed it. "Sorry, Steve, I'm sorry."

"Is okay."

No, nothing is okay, Steven. Were stuck on a boat in a storm in the middle of who knows where with you badly injured. But instead he said, "Understatement of the year, my friend."

"Could be worse."

"How could this be worse, huh? You're bleeding from a head wound and have a probably broken ankle-"

"Broken?" Steve exclaimed and tried to sit up quickly but groaned in pain as he lay back down.

Danny was by his side in an instant and held him down by his shoulders. "You better stay down there."

"Uh huh. I guess you're right."

"'course I am. When am I not?" Danny grinned.

"Well, there was…"

Danny tuned out what Steve's was about to tell him. For one, he just needed Steve occupied and what better way than to keep him talking? For two, he didn't need nor want to hear of all the times that Steve thought that his partner was wrong. And for three, he needed to splint Steve's ankle so the man wouldn't injure it any worse than it already was.

After retrieving the salad servers and another towel, Danny fixed those around Steve's ankle causing the man to arch his back and scream out in pain.

"Now, that's.. that's a… ten", Steve panted heavily.

"I'm sorry." Danny moved back to Steve's side and put his hand over Steve's which pushed down on the towel.

"Warn a guy, will ya?"

"Next time, babe, next time."

"Hopefully, there will be no next time."

Truer words have never been spoken.

"How' ya doing?"

"My head feels numb and my ankle throbs."

Danny let his eyes search the cabin and he quickly found a first aid kit mounted to the wall beside the entrance.

"Be right back."

"Be careful."

"Always am."

"Yeah right", Steve mumbled but he felt his strength waning. Danny cast a worried glance at Steve as he got up from his position. As the boat was hit by a few rough waves it rocked in the heavy swell and Danny had to make his way to the first aid kit far slower than he had meant to. After retrieving it from the wall, he soon sat by Steve's side again. Finding some Tylenol, he handed two of the pills to Steve.

"Here. It's not much but it's all we've got. Might as well take them."

Steve nodded gratefully as he swallowed the pills with some water that Danny handed him. Danny took the towel from Steve's head and was glad to see that the wound dripped blood at a very slow rate. He quickly placed a sterile pad on the wound and twisted gauze around Steve's head.

After making sure that Steve was as comfortable as he could be given the circumstances, Danny placed one of the bags he had brought along with him under Steve's head and another one under his injured leg to take the pressure off of it. Danny got up and teetered over to the steering wheel.

"Steve, the storm has eased some", he informed his friend.

The waves still crashed around them but they were nowhere near as high and threatening, the almost blackness from before had succumbed to a dark gray, and the boat wasn't rocking as violently on the water anymore.

"Good", Steve mumbled.

Danny looked over his friend not liking what he saw at all. Super-SEAL-Steve lay slumped with an ashen face on the seesawing boat. His eyes were closed and his forehead was in pained wrinkles. Danny swallowed around the lump that had formed in his throat. God damn it, how could a sunny day in Hawaii turn into a stormy horror like this?

"Charlie would have a field day with you. He got a doctor's case for his birthday the other day. He'd bandage every inch of your body."

"I'd look like a mummy."

"Better a mummy than dinosaurs-and-firetrucks-band aids. He placed those on my face and arms last weekend. Hurt pretty bad to peel them all off."

Steve didn't answer. Not even a chuckle or moan.

"Steve? Steve?" Danny saw his friend's eyes were still closed, but his face looked different, no more frowning and his arms and hands lay lax by his side. "Oh Steve", Danny sighed recognizing the signs of unconsciousness. Who would be surprised by the extent of his injuries and the pain he must be in? Maybe it was for the best that Steve was out.

"This was just supposed to be a simple fishing trip." Danny hit the steering wheel in frustration.

At least the storm has let up.

Suddenly Danny was thrown forward.

tbc…

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Thank you for your patience. I hope you've enjoyed the story thus far. Until next time. :-)

Biensche