Sorry about the wait on this, I wanted it to be a good ending, but I still think it feels a bit LAME-O. Anywho, I am going to post it anyways! I hope you enjoy it. Maybe someday, I will fix it:-)

Chapter 12

It had been weeks since Tom and Doug had been rescued from their nightmare. Tom had been in a drug induced coma for nearly a week due to the extent of his injuries. He had broken three ribs, fractured two others and had a punctured lung. He had started to develop pneumonia due to the cold, dampness and his broken ribs. He had broken his right wrist when he had been thrown down the stairs. He had a slight concussion and a whole lot of bruising and was severely dehydrated. It had been a long battle, but Tom was starting to try and move around a little more. They had moved Tom into Doug's room when they had taken him out of intensive care. The hope was that the two would recover quicker with the other by his side.

Doug had been shot and the bullet had gone through. A clean shot was how it was referred to. The ballistics unit had pulled it out of the old gym floor. Fuller had brought the round in and given it to Penhall as a get well present. He too had a concussion but his had been a lot more intense than Hanson's. He was dehydrated and starting to show signs of shock from the loss of blood due his gun shot wound.

Doug was not allowed out of his bead for a full two days but had managed to get an orderly to take him in a wheel chair to see Tom while he was unconscious. Doug had been beside himself when the decision was made to move the two men into the same room. He was beside Tom, in a wheel chair, when he woke up. He had held Hanson's hand as Tom struggled through a couple nights of cold sweats and bad dreams brought on by a fever that came and went.

"Doug" Tom was hoarse sounding as he called his friend. He was getting over being sick, but it felt like an endless hill to get to where he was all better.

"Yeah buddy." Doug answered him. His voice was much better sounding than Tom's.

"I want pizza." He laughed as he looked over at his friend; his brown eyes twinkling in the incandescent light of the hospital room. "Doug," Tom's voce sounded again.

"Yeah buddy." Penhall answered.

"Thanks for everything. I think I would have just given up without you there."

"Nah, Tom… you would have made it, you're a fighter." Doug answered back. "You still owe me…"

"For what…" Hanson snorted.

"Hey, I got shot for you." Doug responded.

"You what…" Tom stated defensively.

Judy Hoffs and Harry Ioki walked in the door from the hallway. "Cap'n," she said with a smile. "They're fighting and I think that they're gonna be fine. Booker and Fuller followed Judy and Harry through the door.

"Hanson, you're awake." Booker sounded almost happy to see Tom's eyes open again.

"Yep," he looked up at Booker. Tom still had a few butterfly bandages on his forehead and lower lip. His cheek was still bruised, but the purple was fading away to a yellow green hue in places. "Booker… I… thanks." Tom finally spit out.

"Your welcome buddy." Booker walked up to the bedridden officer and clasped his hand into his own. "Glad to have you back." He smiled back at Hanson.

THE END

Thanks to all of you for being so supportive of my first Fan Fiction. I love writing these and it has reawakend (is that a word) the love of writing I had forgotten about! Bless you all and please, READ and REVIEW... and Keep in Touch! -- Firebunee