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Bobby stalked into his house, bumping his broken hand as he opened the door. He winced and thought things not lawful to be uttered about Jesse Chisholm, the criminal who had caused the fracture in the first place. A glance in a nearby mirror did nothing to improve his mood as he once again saw the huge bruise on his face. He frowned furiously at the bruise and at his bandaged hand. He turned away from his reflection and walked into his living room. That was when he tripped over a box, twisting his leg, hitting his head, and landing on his hand.

Not again...

...

"Sir, you look like you've been through quite a bit," the smiling female nurse told Bobby as he limped into the examining room. "Doctor Friesan will be with you in a moment."

The nurse wrote down some information on a sheet, then left Bobby, who was wincing from the sharp, pulsing pain in his leg.

"Mr. Manning," Doctor Friesan started reading off of his appointment pad as he entered the room. "Mr. Manning!" he exclaimed as he looked up. "What are doing back here again so soon? Am I hallucinating after six hours of work or were you here earlier to have your hand set?"

"Yes," Bobby admitted.

The doctor looked at him, confused. "What are you doing to yourself, man? You said that your eye was punched by a criminal and you then broke you hand while apprehending said criminal. In fact, you look worse than you did earlier. You eye is more purple and your hand is more swollen. Get some ice on those. Now, what's this from?" He bent over to examine Bobby's ankle. "Is this from transporting said criminal to prison?"

"No," Bobby said reluctantly. The doctor looked at him suspiciously.

"What did you do to yourself?"

"I tripped," Bobby admitted.

"You tripped? I thought that you were one of our nation's elite FBI agents?"

"I was, I mean...I am."

"How did you trip? Did they have you out tracking criminals already? You need to get them to give you a rest for a few days so that you won't damage that hand any more."

"No, I just tripped in my house," Bobby admitted.

"You tripped in your house?" Doctor Friesan asked with a smirk. "You...tripped?!"

Bobby took a deep breath which ended in a growl.

This has been a bad day.

...

"Yeah, I just urgently need some time at home," Bobby said on the phone to his supervisor, Ted Garrett. "Okay. Thanks. Bye."

He sat back into the recliner after he hung up. He was now on vacation, thanks to Garrett being more lenient than normal.

He could only hope that he would heal up quickly. He needed a break from the job. With his luck, he was worried that he would be shot the next day if he did not take a vacation.

I just do not want to go through it all once again.