Colby had been feeling a bit off that day. But it was to be expected, he'd been pulled out of the raging currents of the spillway of the North Gate Dam only a few hours before. He chalked it up to exhaustion from the ordeal and left it at that. He'd been checked out by medics at the scene and he had been bandaged up by the people at the FBI, if there was something wrong, someone would have caught it right?
He hadn't slept all night; they had been trying to catch Spectre. It was lack of sleep that was making him feel this way, Colby told himself. He just needed to finish the reports and then he could go home. But it seemed the more he looked at the work he was doing, the more blurry it got. He stood up and walked to the break room to grab a cup of coffee, rubbing his eyes.
"Colby, you ok?" He heard Don ask, and he turned to face the senior agent.
"Yeah, just tired I think. My head is killing me." He said, rubbing his eyes again, since when did it get so bright in here.
"You hit your head?" Don asked, walking closer.
"I was tossed around like a rag doll in the water for a few minutes, what do you think?" Colby answered, wincing with pain.
"That's it, your going to the hospital." Don said, "Grab your gear."
"No, I'm fine; it's just been a long day."
"You might have a concussion."
"Wouldn't I have been feeling the symptoms before now?" Colby argued. He hated hospitals, period, and hated them even more when he was the patient.
"Not if you're body wouldn't let you feel it. You've been running around all day and night, pumped up on adrenaline from the case and from the water. Grab your gear, your going and I'm taking you."
Colby grudgingly went to his desk, grabbed his badge and is gun and followed Don out to his car. The ride to the hospital was quiet, with the exception of a few questions from Don about how Colby was feeling.
The nurse at the ER brought Colby back to a room immediately, asking about his pain level and where it hurt. Similar questions that he had just answered with Don.
"It hurts all over, but mostly my head." Colby admitted.
"Have you had any trauma recently, car accident or anything?" The nurse asked, and Colby almost laughed.
"I, um, I was caught in the spill way waters of the North Gate Dam for a few minutes yesterday." Colby answered, smiling to himself. It sounded unbelievable, even to him. The nurse looked shocked, and Colby wasn't sure if it was because she didn't believe him or because he's waited so long for treatment. "That's where I got all these scrapes and bruises."
"You could have been seriously hurt, why didn't you come when this first happened?" The nurse asked.
"Had a case to finish. I'm FBI," He said, showing her his badge. "I had to catch the bad guy. I was seen by our medics, they bandaged me up and I was fine. It didn't start hurting 'til I stopped to do my report."
"Well, I'll go get the doctor, I'm sure he'll want an MRI and CAT scan done to make sure there's no concussion. Get comfortable Mr. Granger, you may be here a while." The nurse said, leaving Colby alone in the room. He figured he had no choice but to stay, especially with his boss out in the waiting room. He couldn't very well sneak past him. So Colby relaxed as much as he could against the bed and sighed. It was gonna be a long night.
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