Fumbling for his phone on the bedside table, Chin managed to pick it up and glanced at the caller ID before he hit the accept button and flopped back down on his pillow as he mumbled. "It's 3 am Steve, and you're in the hospital. Aren't you supposed to be asleep or something, Brah?"
"Chin, it's Danny…"
Something in McGarrett's voice, a quiet panic that he had never heard in Steve's voice before, snapped Chin fully awake and he sat up, a heavy dread settling in the pit of his stomach as he asked cautiously, "What about Danny?" He heard Steve audibly swallow as he tucked the phone between his ear and his shoulder and reached for his clothes.
"Danny's been rushed back into surgery, Chin." Steve answered softly.
"Rushed back into surgery? Why?" Chin asked as he finished pulling on his pants and began to slip on his shirt.
"The surgeon thinks he's developed complications from the transplant." Chin heard Steve's voice tremble as he quickly slipped on his shoes.
"Complications?" Chin paused, not certain that he had heard McGarrett correctly, after all they had been told Danny had only a small risk of complications after donating half his liver to Steve. Although the operation itself was classified as a major operation, the doctor had reassured everyone that the donor usually recovered fast and was discharged within a week and back to work within a month with no or little after effects. Steve was the one who, the doctors had told them, would be more likely to face complications after the operation.
"The doctors believe he's either bleeding internally or has developed peritonitis but they won't know which or how serious until they operate. They took him straight up to the OR." Chin heard Steve pause and swallow again before he sighed softly, "It…it doesn't look good, Chin."
"I'm on my way." Chin quickly reassured his ill friend as he grabbed his car keys and headed towards the door.
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"Damn it, where's all this blood coming from? He's losing it faster when we can replace it. More suction!" Hartman muttered as he tried to swab the blood away.
"Let's give him another 2 units of blood, wide open." Mullins ordered as he glanced across at the nurse who nodded her acknowledgement before he looked across at the anesthetist. "How's his blood pressure?"
"65/40 and dropping." The anesthetist answered succinctly as he quickly adjusted the flow of the gases to the mask covering Danny's mouth and nose and nervously watched the green dot on the heart monitor as it danced across the screen with an occasional irregular beat.
"There it is!" Mullins announced softly, pointing to the row of newly placed stitches, "See where several of vascular sutures have fallen off."
Hartman frowned as he heard Mullins ask for the suturing needle. Wiping away a little more of the gore, his nose wrinkled as a faint foul odor assaulted his nose. Looking back up at Mullins, he asked, "You said the patient had been involved in some sort of accident before he donated part of his liver, didn't you?"
Mullins nodded distractedly, "Yeah, he was in a plane accident. He landed the plane after his partner was shot."
"And they did a full examination when he was brought into the ER?" Hartman frowned before asking the nurse to suction the small area of the intestines that he was examining.
Glancing up from his suturing, Mullins answered cautiously, "I believe so…"
"Including an MRI?" Hartman pressed as he carefully studied the intestine.
"I'm…I'm not sure that his injuries warranted an MRI, his injuries were mainly superficial, cut cheek, minor head trauma." Looking at the piece of intestine that the other surgeon was carefully running through his hands, Mullins looked back up at Hartman and asked, "Why?"
"Because we missed this, not only in the ER but also when he was in surgery before." Hartman answered softly as he carefully rolled the intestine in his hand and showed the shocked surgeon the small leaking tear.
"Ohh, shit!" Mullins swore as he looked down at his critically ill patient.
"You guys better do whatever you need to do wiki wiki." The anesthetist interrupted softly as he watched the heart monitor closely, "Because he's not going to tolerate being under much longer. BP is dropping."
Hartman looked across at Mullins as he ordered softly, "Finish suturing his liver and I will suture this tear, then let's get him washed out and closed up as fast as we can."
Swallowing hard, Mullins nodded his silent agreement as he began to finish suturing the dissected liver edges together. How the hell had a tear in his intestine been missed, not just once but twice?
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AN- I know this is a short chapter but the ride has just begun. I promise the next chapter is much longer.