The Emergency Room

It was embarrassing, his presence in the ER. Well, it wasn't so much being there as what he was there for. She had driven him over as soon as his condition had been discovered. To add to his frustration, she had spent the entire ride over apologizing.

"Damn it babe," he'd finally exclaimed as they pulled into the hospital entrance, "it isn't your fault…not all of it anyway. I was there too, remember?"

"But…"

"It'll be okay," he told her for the hundredth time. He just hoped he was telling the truth. His little guy knew how to play rough, but he'd never expected what happened in the shower.

"I just don't understand," she moaned. "I mean, everything was fine and then all of a sudden we were falling."

He eyed the small bruise that was forming on her cheekbone and groaned. "Yeah, well…I don't think they design shower stalls for doing what we were doing. I'm just glad most of your face missed the corner of the marble shelf."

"Me too," she agreed as she rubbed her jaw. "But I am worried about you. I've never seen….well, I mean… Jr. isn't supposed to look like that, is he?"

He groaned, trying to ignore how much Jr. was hurting right now. "This is a first for me." And I hope my last…

She flashed her credentials and got him through quickly. And now he was sitting in a little cubicle, wearing one of those obnoxious hospital gowns, and feeling…well, embarrassed.

A young, perky, and completely incompetent looking man entered the small space with a chart in his hand. "Well, Agent Rossi…it appears you've suffered an injury to your genitals. Must've been doing undercover work, huh?"

Dave looked at the little smart ass and briefly counted to ten to give himself time to decide if he was going to wipe that obnoxious grin off his face or not. For a kid that looked like he was using Clearasil just last week, the guy sure was cocky. "Actually no." Dave finally said. "Slipped in the shower."

"Uh huh," the smug little snot said knowingly. "Well, let's take a look and see how serious things actually are." Dave gave transitory consideration to making things much more serious for the little punk.

She waited in the hall as long as she could. Finally, she entered his space and sided up to him, trying not to look too closely. But her eyes couldn't miss the deep discoloration of his little man.

Standing next to him, she could feel his irritation with the doctor. Dr. Littlejohn, his name badge read. She fought the giggle that threatened to erupt. She felt Dave eyeing her and didn't dare look his way. But she knew he'd demand an explanation later.

Finally the doctor was finished with his exam. "I don't see any permanent damage but you're going to be out of commission for awhile. Give it some rest and loose clothing would probably be good. Normally for that kind of bruising I'd recommend ice, but that might be kind of shocking. But cool compresses might help with the swelling."

Dave thanked the doctor for his help, even though the little twerp didn't really help much. Except maybe now Emily would really believe that it would be okay. On the other hand, he wasn't above milking the situation for some serious TLC.

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