"Will you stop touching me! I would be a much happier person if you would just stop touching me!"

Steve McGarrett rolled his eyes as he quickly released his grasp on the pillow he had been trying to position behind Danny's back as Danny squirmed uncomfortably on the gurney in the Tripler Hospital Emergency Room.

"I'm was just trying to help. You look uncomfortable."

Danny's eyes bulged and he pivoted in his head in a manner that reminded Steve of a person portrayed in horror movies as being possessed.

"Uncomfortable?" Danny hissed at him. "You think I'm uncomfortable?"

"Well…Yeah…I uh just assumed."

"No! No! Steven." Danny cut him off. "I am not uncomfortable! I'm in agony!" He hollered at him and then winced and grabbed his arm. "Son of a bitch! What the hell does it take for a guy to see a Doctor around here!"

Steve looked around the ER apologetically as all heads, of both patients and staff, had turned in their direction.

"Sorry! Sorry!" He apologized before turning his attention back to his surly partner.

"OK! You need to stop. That is not OK!"

Danny opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted when a young woman in a lab coat and clipboard appeared behind Steve and asked…

"I hear you are looking for a Doctor."

Danny sighed.

"Yes! Please tell me you are one."

"Well, I'm an intern."

"Can you prescribe drugs?" Danny asked her.

"I can."

"You'll do." Danny informed her.

The intern smiled.

"Good to hear. So, Mr. Williams…" she said, glancing down at the chart she held in her hands. "I see here that you hurt your arm."

"My elbow." Danny corrected her. "It's really jacked up"

"Uh huh." She replied. "And how exactly did you hurt it."

"He fell off a ladder." Steve answered for him.

"Yeah. And why did I fall off the ladder Steven?" Danny snapped at him.

Steve threw up his hands in frustration.

"Seriously? You're not going to let this go. Are you? How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?"

"I asked you to hold the ladder. But NO! Apparently a telephone call is more important than your Partner's safety." Danny hollered at him…once again causing heads to turn.

"Oh you two are a couple?" The Intern asked…ignoring Danny's outburst.

"A couple of what?" Danny groaned, his eyes clenched shut as another wave of pain shot through his arm.

Steve laughed. That comment went right over Danny's head.

"No, We're not "partners" like that." Steve informed her. "We're professional partners. We're Five-0"

Now it was interns turn to laugh.

"Oh! I'm so sorry."

Steve shook his head.

"It's OK. Suprisingly…we get that all the time."

"Excuse me! Can we get back to my pain please!" Danny growled them.

"Of course Mr. Williams. I'm so sorry!" The intern replied making no attempt to hide her sarcasm. "Now, did you hit your head when you fell?"

Danny shook his head.

"No"

The intern turned to Steve.

"Did he hit his head?"

"What am I talking to myself?" Danny wondered aloud.

"No he didn't hit his head." Steve answered her and then turning toward Danny he added with a smirk, "He would have hit his head, but I caught him."

"No you did not!" Danny replied.

"I most certainly did!" Steve insisted. "Your head was headed straight for that bar. If it wasn't for me buddy boy you wouldn't be arguing with us right now. You'd be unconscious. Or worse!"

"He did not catch me!" Danny repeated. "He grabbed me! By the arm! Causing it to twist in a manner no arm, should ever twist!"

The intern grimaced.

"Ah! I see."

"Yeah…It was pretty gnarly." Steve agreed. "But hey...given the alternative…"

"Oh shut up!" Then, turning back to the intern he begged her, "Can I please get some drugs now?"

"I'll see what I can do." She replied, patting his shoulder.

"Will they knock him out?" Steve asked her, scowling at his partner.

"One can only hope." She replied. "One can only hope."