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Chapter 2

"Steve?" Danny was crouching in front of his friend.
"'anny…I…I don't feel gggood."
To prove that statement, he vomited another time.
He had tried to suppress the feeling but wasn't successful.
The second before it had come out, he had lowered his head and vomited between his legs, only avoiding Danny because the latter had expected something like that and had moved his body out of the way.
"Excuse me, sir," someone said behind Danny. "Let me have look at your friend.
Do you know what happened? Did he take any drugs? Alcohol? Anything?"
"He fell out of a second story window."
"He fell out of a second story window? But he didn't take anything? You sure?"
"Yes, I am sure. We are Five-0 and he had been in a fight with an international criminal."
The doctor nodded and changed places with Danny.

Steve still sat on the floor, starring with open eyes but looking nowhere.
"Hello. I am Doctor Martino. Can you tell me your name?"
Steve looked up.
"'anny…?"
"Danny, okay," the doctor repeated.
"No, I am Danny. I am here, St… I am here."
"Wan' get up."
"We see about that. Let me have a look at your eyes."
"'on't…'on't touch me," Steve said and tried to move out of the way when the doctor had lifted his hands to examine his head.
The movement mad him dizzy. He had forgotten that that he was already sitting in the ground and to avoid falling he grabbed what was near him – the doctor's arms.
"Steve!" Danny called out interpreting the movement as an attack to defend himself.
Steve looked intensely at the man in front of him. Then he let go of the arms like he had burned himself.
"'m sorry. Where's Danny?"
"He's just a few feet away commander McGarrett and…"
"How do you know my name?" Steve asked his mind suddenly clear again.
"Your friend, Danny, just told me you are Five-0. Your name is Steve, so I assumed you are the leader – Commander Steve McGarrett."
"That was good. You need a job?"
"No, I already have one.
You, commander have a severe concussion. How about we bring you inside and check you over?"
Steve thought for a moment then he asked "'elp me up?"
"No need. We have a nice wheeled stretcher. I will drive you inside."
"No. Danny's driving. Gave 'im keys. Hates someone drivin' his car."
"No problem. It's my car."
"…Oh…good."

Danny was pacing the waiting room.
It had only been an hour since they had wheeled Steve into examination but Danny didn't know what to do.
He was worried and he was alone which meant he was also bored.
He had thought about informing the rest of the team but decided to do that when he had all the facts. No need to make the others worry too.

At first, he had sat in a chair like the other people waiting.
He had taken out his phone. He had no games on it, so he checked his mails.
When he was done, he had had opened a search engine. He had stared at the display for almost two minutes until he closed it again because he couldn't come up with anything to search for.
He had a few rounds through the room then he had sat down again.
Pacing, sitting, pacing, sitting was all he had done in the last 40 minutes.

Some of the other people were already annoyed with him. He could fee that and see it on their faces too.
He didn't care though. He needed to do something and pacing and sitting was all he could here.
Asking any kind of staff member who would come out of the double doors leading to the ER wouldn't bring any results earlier. He knew that from previous events.

Finally, after the umpteenth round of pacing the doctor approached Danny.
"Detective Willimas," he said. "We are finishing up with your friend right now.
There is nothing that won't heal but we have to keep him here for at least 48h most likely more.
"Is there more than just the concussion?" Danny asked worriedly although he already knew the answer considering Steve's behavior in the house as well as in the car.
"There is a lot more but the reason he has to stay here is the concussion. Like I've already said outside it is severe and we need to monitor him.
He also has an acromioclavicular joint dislocation Thankfully it doesn't need surgery. We…"
"Excuse me. What exactly is that? What does that mean for him?"
"It's a shoulder injury. Like I said it's just a mild dislocation, no surgery needed. He is going to get a so-called Gilchrist bandage or better he is already wearing it and it has to stay on for about two weeks."
"How does something like this happen?"
"It's a fairly common injury in sports. People fell on their shoulder and the joint takes the brand of the fall and that means the full weight of the impact.
You've said he has fallen out of a second story window. That could be the reason for the injury.
We assume he has fallen on his right side. The bruises are the worst there, especially around his hip and ribs but he his literally bruised from head to toe.
But don't worry, he is going to make a full recovery.
He has trouble breathing deeply – sometimes even normally – but we are keeping him comfortable with pain medication.
You can see him in about half an hour."

A nurse had told Danny Steve's room number.
He knocked silently and carefully opened the door.
Steve had his eye closed but Danny couldn't tell if he was sleeping or not.
What he could easily see though was that the oxygen mask the doctor had told him about was on at the moment. A basin in case the Task-Force leader had to vomit was lying on his chest. Thankfully, it was empty.
Approaching the bed, Danny could also see that a big bruise had formed on Steve's temple. He hadn't noticed that in the car.
'Damn it. Next time he ones out after a fight, I'm calling an ambulance right away. There won't be room for a discussion…and if I have to cuff him.' Danny thought while watching his friend.
He had seen him in much worse conditions but he didn't look good either.
Danny took one of the two chairs in the room and placed it beside his partner's bed.

Steve hadn't heard anything but he had sensed someone beside him.
He didn't exactly know where he was but the smell and the way he was feeling mad him assume that he was in a hospital.
He wasn't in pain but there was something over his mouth and nose that made it easier for him to breathe and the rest of his body was feeling too heavy to move.
On top he was feeling groggy and he couldn't think straight which was exactly what was happening when he was on strong pain meds.
To get to this conclusion had taken him "forever".
Nonetheless, he tried to turn his head to have a look at whoever was in the room. But it just took way too much effort.
Instead, he just opened his eyes which was hard enough.
A figure was standing or sitting beside his bed. He couldn't tell which of it and he couldn't tell who either.
His vision was blurry and although the lights weren't on, the brightness that had reached his retinas was stabbing him like a knife.

The pain went through his eyes and right into his brain.
He groaned involuntarily and squeezed his eyes shut.
"Steve? Babe? You need something against the pain?" Danny asked.
'Danny. This is Danny,' was all Steve could think.
He wanted to reopen his eyes and tell his friend that he was good but the pain although subsiding was still overruling every other feeling or action.
Moving a body part and/or thinking wasn't possible. Moving was costing too much energy and finding just one word was like trying to find the famous needle in a haystack.
All he managed was another groan and then "…ny".

Danny took Steve's hand.
"It's okay, Steve. Don't move. I know everything hurts. I pressed the call button. A nurse will be here soon. Just squeeze my hand if it is too much."
Steve couldn't do this either but he was thankful for the contact. It grounded him somehow.

"How can I help you?" a nurse asked entering the room.
When she saw Steve still having his eyes squeezed shut, she asked "What happened? Did he try to get up?"
"no," Danny answered. "He briefly had his eyes open but immediately shut them again. He is in pain ever since. Maybe he is due for the next round of meds."
"no. He is on a constant drip. We are keeping him comfortable at all times for now.
I think the room is too bright. I thought he would be good with just the lights off but I think we have to close the curtains as well."
She went to the windows to do so.

"Commander McGarrett," she said in a low voice after returning. "I've darkened the room. If you want you can open your eyes now."
"…Nnn…no," came the slow answer.
"Okay, no problem. Can you tell me how bad the pain is? I can up your meds for a short time."
"…No…b…b…better…sick…"
"I'll give you something against nausea. I'll be back in a minute."
She turned to Danny and said "If he needs to vomit before I am back, raise his bedrest further and help him with the basin."

It wasn't necessary.
Steve held out until the nurse was back and five minutes after she had administered the medication, he was asleep.

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