Waves Above the Horizon Chapter 4
A/N: I am so sorry for not updating sooner! I had some things come up and I had to go live at my grandparents' house and they don't have internet, so I couldn't post this until now. So, with that said, here's the next chapter. Hope you guys enjoy.
"Damn it, Steven!" Danny yelled as he leaped down the steps. "You couldn't just stay awake long enough to help me get your fat ass into the house? Sometimes I really hate you, Steven." Danny crouched down next to Steve and started gently shaking his shoulder.
"Dannoo, stoppit." Steve slurred. He lifted his hand, which was shaking more than an 80 year olds, and weakly swatted at Danny's.
"Sorry, Steve, but I need you to wake up. You can't stay out here, you're gonna get hypothermia just like Spencer."
At the sound of Spencer's name, Steve's eyes flew open and he was on his feet in seconds, only to fall back onto the base of the stairs.
"He okay?" Steve asked Danny.
"He's okay, but I need your help. So let's get going, okay?" He replied. He could see how much pain Steve was in, hell, if it was him, he'd be screaming profanities at the world. Only Steve McGarrett could break his leg in half and still manage to keep a kid alive during a terrible storm without complaining one bit.
"Mhmm."
Danny grabbed Steve by his belt loop and wrapped another around his side and they slowly made their way up the stairs. At about the middle of their journey up, Steve passed out on Danny once again. Danny almost toppled over with the amount of weight that was added onto his tiny legs.
"Seriously, Steve, please don't make passing out a regular thing. It really is a pain in the ass." Danny muttered half to himself and half to the unconscious form that was threatening to pull him down the stairs. "Please wake up."
"Soorry." Steve came to once again.
"That's okay, we're almost there." Danny told him. Although Steve was trying to support his own weight, it wasn't really helping. Danny was getting progressively more worried about Steve. Sure, his leg could easily get infected, but at the rate he was going, the head injury must have been pretty bad.
The duo continued trudging up the stairs, Danny pretty much dragging Steve behind them, but they finally made it without any casualties.
"Dannoo, where's Spencerr?" Steve asked through half-mast eyes.
"He's downstairs with Gracie. We need to get you cleaned up before you see him, though. Your head's still bleeding a lot and I think you probably need some stitches." Danny said as he laid Steve down on the couch. He just hoped that the windows wouldn't shatter while Steve was lying beneath them. "I'll be right back, don't go anywhere." He turned to walk to the closet to get a first aid kit but stopped and turned after a few steps. "Oh, wait, I forgot, you can't go anywhere!" He laughed at his own joke, but stopped right away. "Sorry, that was cruel." He turned and walked towards the closet once again. He quickly retrieved the first aid kit and brought it back to the couch. He cleaned out the gash on his head.
"Dannoo..."
"I know, Steve, just relax. I have to stitch it up, I think. Can you handle that?"
"Mmm, think so."
"Just don't freak out, okay?"
"Huh?"
"Uhh, I'm gonna have to shave some of your hair."
"Mmm… 'Kay"
Danny was kind of surprised, actually. If it were him, he would be putting on a hissy fit. There was no way that anyone would ever touch his hair, no matter what. Especially with how handsome Steve was, Danny just figured that he would want to keep all his hair.
"You don't care?"
"Nahh. 'S 'kay."
Oh, right, Steve was oblivious to the fact that women drooled over him when he walked by. Of course he wouldn't care if he had hair or not.
"I'll be right back. You have clippers up stairs, right?" Danny asked Steve.
"Mhmm, in the firsst drawer." Steve replied, just a little slurred. At least his speech was improving, even if it was just a little bit.
"Okay, I'll go get them." Danny told him as he sprinted up the stairs.
Yes, he was paranoid. He was going to admit it. He hadn't been in a storm like the one that was raging outside of the house before. He thought that the house might all of a sudden blow over and kill all of them. So, when he went to go get those clippers, he meant business. He flew up the stairs, opened the first drawer with one hard yank, pulled the clippers out, and ran back downstairs. He didn't care that he spilled the drawer's contents on the floor in the process, he just wanted to get the hell off of the second floor. So, he made it back down the stairs in one piece, and he just hoped that he stayed that way.
"I'm going to start, Steve." Danny said as he situated himself behind Steve so he was at a good angle to cut the hair around the wound. "Stay still. It might hurt, but I'll try my hardest to avoid the gash."
"Jus' do it, Danno." He waved off Danny's warning.
"Okay, prepare yourself." Danny said. He turned on the electronic clippers and started to shave a little square around the wound. He could feel Steve tense under, but he continued anyway. "Almost there, Buddy." He finished with one more stroke of the clippers and turned them off. "There, all done. Sorry if it hurt."
"No problem."
Danny was kind of worried about Steve. Sure, he seemed pretty good other than his leg and head wound, but Danny knew that Steve would be quick to hide any other injuries from him. It wasn't normal for him to be quiet, he was always jumping around like a little kid on a sugar high. He was being too quiet, and it scared Danny.
"Steve, are you okay? I mean other than your leg and head."
"Think so. Pretty tired."
"I'm sure you are. That's okay, though. You didn't get hurt anywhere else, did you?"
"Nope, don't think so."
"Okay, well let me stitch this up before you bleed to death." Danny grabbed all the things he needed and set to work. It didn't take long because Danny had plenty of practice doing it on Steve for various cuts. Yet, it was still a little nerve wracking, stitching someone up. Especially if that someone was your best friend and it was the back of his head. "Okay, your head's all done. Now what should we do about your leg? We really should set it, but I really don't want to mess it up. It might be better if we just leave it. 'Cuz, really, I'm no doctor."
Steve turned his head to look at Danny. "I'll do it, Danny. I've done it before."
"You've done it before? You've set your own leg before?"
"Yep. SEAL, Danny, remember?"
"Yes, but that doesn't mean that you have set your leg before."
"Twice, actually. I can do it, just give me a towel or something. If Grace and Spencer are downstairs, I don't want to scare them."
"Steve, I'm not so sure about this."
"Danny, seriously, I'm fine. Just get me a towel."
Danny was having mixed emotions. Steve's speech seemed to be back to normal, so that was a good thing. And Danny was happy about that. But at the same time, he was completely nervous. Was it possible for Steve to set his own leg? It would be damn hard to do that, especially if he felt the pain. He was likely to stop in the middle of it if he felt that pain. And if he did that, he would be kind of screwed. It would still be messed up. So, he was reluctant to allow Steve to set his own leg. He didn't want the injury to get even worse.
"I don't know, Steve. What if it gets messed up even more?"
"I don't freaking care, Danno. It hurts like a son of a bitch, and if I set it, it wouldn't hurt so much. I just want the pain to stop Danny. Damn, it hurts so freaking bad. Just get me a towel. Please, Danny." He looked up and his eyes met Danny's. All he could see was the pain that Steve was in, he couldn't just sit there and let him be in that much pain.
"Fine. But you better do it right! If you don't, I'm gonna beat your ass." Danny told him after just staring at him.
"Okay." He replied simply.
Danny walked to the kitchen and picked up a dish towel. He brought it back to the living room and gave it to Steve. He stuffed it in his mouth, adjusting it a few times to get it a little more comfortable in his mouth.
"Be careful." Danny whispered quietly while Steve grabbed both sides of his leg. Steve looked at him and nodded his head. He turned back to his leg, took a deep breath, then tugged harshly at his leg. His eyes contorted in pain and a rugged shout emerged from his throat, muffled by the towel that he clenched tightly in between his teeth. Danny couldn't take it. Seeing his friend in pain like that killed him, he just wanted to take it away and make it all better. But he couldn't. He just had to mutter soft words of encouragement, hoping that it helped just a little bit. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the screaming stopped and Steve released his leg, promptly slumping down and passing out from the pain. He started to slide off the couch and toward the ground, but Danny held him in place.
"Damn, Steve. I knew you shouldn't have done that." He whispered when he looked down at Steve's leg. It was still bent at an odd angle, but it was reasonably better. But the job still wasn't done. At least with Steve still passed out, he could just finish the job without Steve even noticing. So, he laid Steve's leg out on the couch and tightly grasped his ankle and his upper calf in his hands. He took another glance and said a quick 'I'm sorry' under his breath, then continued the task. He pulled at the leg, but it didn't budge. No matter how hard pulled, the bones wouldn't shift. What the hell?
After a minute of pulling, Steve came to, yelling profanities into the towel.
"I'm so sorry, Steve! It won't budge, I can't get it in place!" Danny told him, voice a little shaky.
Steve pulled the towel from his mouth and breathed heavily. "It's 'kay, Danno. Something's wrong, won't get into the right position. Jus' leave it, nothin' we can do."
"What the hell, why?" Danny started.
"Dunno, but we can't get it. Just leave it." Steve cut him off.
"Does it hurt?"
"More than before, yeah. Nothing we can do, though. Let's just go and get Gracie, okay? It might be safer up here, basements probably flooding a lot by now."
"Yeah, you're right. I'll go fetch them, but where can we go that's safe?"
"Not safe, anymore, Danno. Nowhere that we can go. Just get 'em, 'kay?"
"Sure." Danny stood from his kneeling position next to the couch and headed toward the basement. Steve wasn't acting like himself. He never told Danny anything like that. He always told Danny, no matter what, that he would keep them safe. He never told Danny that they were in danger, he was always strong for them, no matter what. There was something wrong.
A/N: Guys, again, I apologize for not having this up sooner. I will try to update more often from now on. I'm so sorry, you don't even know. Please review, I want to know what you're all thinking. Just know that I'm really sorry, okay? Thanks for reading.