Wānana Pū – Recollect

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The story is set somewhere in season 7. If there are some grammar of spellings issues left, it's on me. This chapter hasn't been corrected or anything. I did my best though, but I make mistakes (probably a lot of them).

Chapter Twenty-Two PART I

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SUNDAY – 10:06 AM – RECOVERY FLOOR KING'S MEDICAL CENTER - HONOLULU

Steve had woken up early that morning, just like every morning actually. He went for the usual swim and afterwards he showered and made himself breakfast. Steve was finished within an hour and a half. He poured another cup of coffee before he went to the hospital. Danny didn't sleep in as well, so Steve assumed he would be awake by now. Since Steve had nowhere else to be nor did he have any other plans, he'd better spend the day at the hospital with Danny.

At Steve's arrival Danny was still sound asleep. Steve could tell something was wrong. Danny was back on his left side, pressing the spare pillow tight against his stomach. The nasal cannula was back in place as well and that hadn't been the case for a few days now. Not even after the seizure the day before. They did connect him back onto the heart monitor yesterday, but they hadn't taken him off yet. All those small signs worried Steve a little.

He went up to the nurse's station to speak with a nurse. He confirmed Steve's suspicions. Danny had a tough time last night. The male nurse assured him it was all back under control right now. A minor set back as the nurse called it, whom promised to stop by a little later. With that thought Steve returned to Danny's room. In the following hours Steve had been reading the therapy session files of Eden Morrison. He wanted to read it anyway and since Danny was still sleeping he had some time to kill.

Later on Danny shifted in the bed. Directly getting remembered of being stitched up again. The fresh sutures pulled on his skin. His head hurt as well, but it was nothing he hadn't felt before. What he had felt this morning was a whole other story. The pain had been searing through his abdomen with a terrible intensity. Danny took a deep breath, trying to forget about it. The nasal cannula was strapped a little tighter than he liked, but the extra oxygen tingling through his nose made him feel more comfortable at the moment.

Opening his eyes, Danny looked straight at his partner. Steve was too focused on the tablet, that he was holding, to even notice he woke up. Pushing himself up, Danny pressed the pillow a little tighter against his stomach. "What time is it?" He asked hoarsely.

Steve got a little startled by the sudden question of his former sleeping partner. He stared at his watch. "It's 10.06 am." He shot a concerned glance at Danny. "How'd you sleep?"

Danny sighed loudly. Grunting afterwards as it placed a string on the incision. "Fine," he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

"Really? Doesn't look like it from over here?" Steve said, referring to the death grip on the pillow and the nasal cannula strapped under Danny's nose.

"Didn't say I slept great, did I?" Danny forced a smile on his face, pretending it was nothing, but he realized he looked probably worse than a few days back. "How long have you been sitting here?" He wondered why Steve hadn't woken him up. Knowing his partner, he'd be up early, which meant he'd been here for a while now.

"Two hours or something," Steve confirmed Danny's presumptions. "I didn't want to wake you up. The nurse said you had bit of a rough night, woke up a few times…"

"…Refusing to take the pain meds." Nurse Jake entered Danny's room and finished Steve's sentence. Danny had been stubborn during his shift. There was no way he could get through to his patient, so he had let him. He left out the part how he had found Danny in the middle of the night though. Jake could tell Danny wouldn't appreciate it if he told Steve about it.

Danny rolled his eyes, not wanting to be remembered of this morning. He had refused the meds before his previous dose had worn off, thinking he didn't need them. Only that seemed one of the biggest mistakes he had made lately. A half hour later he woke up soaked in his own sweat and with such severe pain he almost screamed. "I took them, eventually." He locked eyes with the nurse silently telling him to say no more.

"Yes," Jake gave Danny a sympathetic smile. Letting Danny know, he wouldn't tell what really happened.

Steve stared with an aneurysm face at both man. They were not telling him everything. Danny sighed exasperated at the sight of Steve's face. "Please, don't give me that look. You hated the stuff too, remember?" He snapped.

Steve looked with narrowed eyes at Danny. "Okay, that's true, but they give it for a reason, Danny. Besides it speeds the recovery, remember?" He snapped back.

"What? You guys make it a habit to be in the hospital, or?" The nurse joked.

Danny and Steve answered simultaneously. "With him as your partner, yes." - "We try not too."

"You might want to work on that," Jake grinned, shaking his head. He could tell those two meant trouble when they would be together, in a good way though. "Let me change your dressing and I'll be out of your hair again."

Danny shifted onto his back, knowing the drill that followed along with the words 'change your dressing'. The head of the bed was still flat, so the nurse left it that way. Jake removed the blanket from Danny's torso and unbuttoned the hospital gown. He put on some gloves and peeled the old dressing off. It felt everything, but nice. Normally if Danny had a Band-Aid or something, he would pull it off quickly, so the pain would only last a few seconds. Only they couldn't do that with the wound dressing and he hated it. The incision it self already felt sensitive, but peeling off the dressing, lifting up the surrounding skin and the incision edges made it burn like Hell.

The nurse tossed the old dressing in the trashcan along with his gloves and put new ones on. He unpacked a package with gauze. Jake gave Danny a little heads up. "There's some dried blood, so I'm going to clean it quickly. It might be a little uncomfortable." Danny nodded that he should go ahead.

Jake cleaned the wound with some antiseptic fluid and later with saline and patted it dry. Making a circular motion on the incision line with some gauze. Danny stared straight at the ceiling while he clenched his jaw. The phrase 'A little uncomfortable' wasn't anything near it. It felt more like someone was sticking pins and needles into him. Danny let out a suppressed grunt from the intensity. Hot pain was flashing through his stomach. His skin was on fire and the rubbing made it even worse.

Steve watched from the corner of his eyes as the nurse did his thing. He tried to focus on the tablet, but he couldn't help to notice Danny's discomfort. Steve didn't say anything about it. Danny had his eyes locked on the ceiling and Steve got the hint that this was his way of getting through. Steve had been here before himself, so had Danny. He actually had a pit in his stomach thinking about it. Somehow his own hand went up to his abdomen. He could feel his own scar burn, knowing how it exactly felt when they cleaned his incision. Only this time it was his friend who had to relive all of it. Steve hated it to sit on the sideline and be so helpless while watching his friend getting tortured. He would trade places with him in a second if he could.

After applying a sterile bandage on top of the 15 cm midline incision Jake took off his gloves. He raised the head of the bed, so Danny would be more comfortable while speaking with his visitor. Jake knew Danny had still some trouble taking deep breaths, so he encouraged. "Take a few deep breaths. It will feel better afterwards." He said and closed the hospital gown back up.

Danny did as he had been told. Inhaling went fine only exhaling deeply caused him to grimace as it placed a string on his incision. It hurt a lot less than during the night, but it still felt pretty sensitive. Especially right after it got cleaned up.

When the nurse was satisfied, he trashed the dressing packages together with his gloves and he left Steve and Danny alone again. Danny waited a few seconds, to make sure the nurse was out of sight, before he removed the nasal cannula. It was strapped way too tight and he thought he would manage without the supplemental oxygen. He wasn't short of breath or anything, so it wouldn't give too much trouble to remove it.

"You sure you want to do that?" Steve asked, uncertain if Danny should take it out without consent.

"I know you are a good looking guy, but you're not that breathtaking, okay?" Danny mocked as he tossed the cannula somewhere behind his pillow. "Did you finish that yet?" He pointed at the tablet Steve was holding.

Steve rolled his eyes on Danny's comment. He stared back at the tablet. "Yeah, almost. It's horrible, right? It's already awful enough to read how she tried to recollect things over the past years. I can't imagine what that must have been like." He shared his thoughts.

"Me neither," Danny readjusted his pillow. "Well… I actually do. I uh… I mean it's just one day and nothing that terrible happened, but still, you keep wondering what happened, you know."

"Still nothing, huh?" Steve inquired, not knowing what else he could say to fix his blurt out. He should've thought about Danny before he said it. It probably brought back a lot of feelings.

Danny sighed irritated. "Nope."

"I can tell you if you want?" Steve offered. Trying to make it right.

"No, please don't. That's even more frustrating." Danny waved it away. "I know bits and pieces because you guys told me, but sometimes I think about it and I don't know if I actually recall it or that it's just something I've been told. So it's probably better to keep me in the dark." He explained.

Steve nodded understandingly. "I'm going to make a phone call with Social Services, see if there's anything we can do." He stood up and put the tablet on Danny's nightstand. "Chin's coming over with the kids, so you just rest till then, okay?" He patted Danny's shoulder before he left the room.

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SUNDAY – 10:46 AM – RECOVERY FLOOR KING'S MEDICAL CENTER - HONOLULU

Steve went around the corner to stretch his legs while he made the call. There wasn't much Social Services could do, but they did provide Steve with some information. He was everything but satisfied with the info, so he tried to shake it off before he walked back. The last thing he wanted was to get Danny all worked up about it and he would, because somehow he was always able to see what was on Steve's mind.

Steve went back to Danny's room, seeing Chin and Charlie inside through the window. Grace on the other hand was standing against the wall outside the room. Out of Danny's sight. Steve walked up to the girl, who stared down to the floor. "Gracie, something wrong? You don't want to see Danno?"

Grace got caught off guard. "Uncle Steve," she looked sorrowful at Steve. "He's not okay, is he?" She carefully shot a look into the room, not wanting to be seen by her father.

"He will be, don't worry." Steve leaned with his back against the wall as well. Standing right next to Grace. He gently lifted Grace's arm up to see if the bandage was still properly wrapped around her arm. She didn't mind him doing so. As Steve was satisfied with what he saw, he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, so he could look at the cut above her eyebrow. "How are you holding up?" He asked while concern etched on his face.

"I'm fine," Grace reassured. She couldn't let her concerns about her father slide though. "Why couldn't we see Danno yesterday? Did something happen?"

"He was really tired. That's all." Steve assured superficially.

"Don't lie to me, Uncle Steve." Grace sounded vulnerable as she glared disappointed at Steve.

"I would never lie to you, Grace." Steve stepped in front of her and he looked into her eyes. "I may not always be able to tell you everything, but I'll never lie to you, okay?"

"Then why couldn't we see him?" Grace raised her voice a little. She still didn't understand and deep down she knew it was more than her dad being tired.

"I don't think your father wants me to tell you this. He doesn't want you to worry about him, you know?" Steve tried to avoid the sad puppy dog eyes of Grace. Over the past years Grace had become his weakness. She really felt like family to him. Steve sighed deeply. He couldn't hide the truth from her. "It's just that he's still dealing with some complications from the head injury and he popped some stitches yesterday. He was hurt and exhausted, so he really needed his rest."

"What kind of complications?" Grace asked worried. "Was he yelling again?" Her eyes widened as she remembered Danny's fall out.

"Did he yell at you again?" Steve's brows snapped together with concern.

"No, he didn't," Grace assured.

"Okay, good." In relief Steve placed his hands on his hips as he inhaled deeply. "Well Danno is going to take some time off once he gets discharged. To spent more time with you guys and to get better." He said, trying to end this conversation. He wasn't sure if he should be informing Grace on all of this.

"Will it help? I mean he's not been the same since the head injury, right?" Grace looked down at her hands. "I noticed some changes." She whispered, sounding afraid.

"Hey, don't worry." Steve placed his hand on her shoulder. "Your dad's been through a lot lately. I know that, but he survived all of it, didn't he?"

Grace kept staring straight to the floor. "Yeah, only this was pretty close, wasn't it?"

Steve scratched his eyebrow. "I'm going to be honest when I say that he's been really lucky, Grace. But hopefully with some time he'll be the same again. We should support him and give him time," he waited until Grace looked up at him before he continued. "He needs it."

Grace nodded to herself, understanding what her uncle was saying. She was really glad they had the chance talk. Despite her own desperation, she got some hope that it all would be all right. Grace gave Steve a hug, thanking him for this little chat. She knew Steve cared about her father and so he must have been worried too. He sure wouldn't show it, but she knew that underneath the whole Navy SEAL attitude he had trouble dealing with the situation as well. With that on her mind, Grace tried to lighten up the mood. "He said he survived worse, you know."

"Oh sure he did. I mean he had a hard time when he found out you had a boyfriend, but he survived, right?" Steve sounded taunting while a smile appeared on his face. "He'll be okay. And if there are some issues left, we won't love him any less because it of it, right?"

"Definitely not." Grace agreed with Steve.

"Good, now let's go back in to tell him that."

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