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Author's Note: This fic is about what could have happened right after Frank and Joe are rescued from the sharks in Hardy Boys (Undercover Brothers)#12: Trouble in Paradise. If you haven't read the book, you might as well do, because you won't understand most of it. Its my first REAL fic, so be nice. . .
Trouble in Paradise: Hospital Scenario
In the small local clinic in the Cruz Bay, the brothers were being examined for their injuries. Calmed by a dose of painkillers, antihistamines, and antivenoms for their jellyfish stings, Frank and Joe Hardy sat on the edge of a bed while a doctor examined them.
Joe was more or less, fine. His body was messed by bruises and minor cuts from the motorcycle crash, nothing serious. The jellyfish stings had done no serious harm. Frank, however, was a different matter. Esteban's well-aimed, anger-packed swing at him with the lamp has given him a minor concussion. His ear required stitches. That was in addition to the bruises and cuts from the crash.
Joe was in a predicament. He had to call his parents or at least his father about Frank's concussion. The doctor was firm about that. Yet Joe was hesitant. He loved Frank, maybe more than anything, yet he was afraid of facing his father's wrath. Technically, they disobeyed their father. Joe wanted Frank to be the one to face their father, yet again, the doctor had disagreed. Sighing, Joe grabbed his phone and walked to the observation ward he and Frank were assigned to.
"Joe, what did the doctor say?" Frank spoke up
"Wh – what?. . . Oh, something about calling parents. . . some stupid hospital policy" came the exasperated reply.
"And you're gonna do it?"
"He said it has to be me, not you. You're still in 'recovery'."
"Nah, I'll do it"
Frank's answer shocked Joe. It was evident that Frank was still in a deal of pain, though he didn't show it. And he couldn't bring himself to let his brother do it. He stared blankly at Frank. His brother sighed, then reached out, wincing, and grabbed the cellphone.
"Dad - " Fenton cut him off.
"Frank! Frank! Is that you? Where are you? Are you alright?" his loud voice jolted Frank badly and his head screamed.
He moaned. "Dad, were fine. Joe's fine. I'm fine. We caught the bad guys. We . . . "
Joe grabbed the phone, then pointing to Frank, said firmly; "You lie down or I'll beat the living daylights out of you, not that you have much of those." His brother willingly obliged.
"Dad, its Joe. Man, why would you believe in all the mush Frank's been telling you?"
"Mush? Joe, what mush?" he sounded worried
"Oh, nothing, dad, nothing. Well except Frank's got a concussion, seven stitches on his left ear, bruises and cuts all over him. Nothing at all." Came the sarcastic reply
"Dang it, I should have known better than send you on this mission. Dammit." He sounded angry. "Where are you? Can I speak to some doctor there?"
After the phone had been handed over, Joe sighed. His job was over now. He stared at his brother, with the red-stained gauze on his head. He shook his head. Crime-fighting was indeed, a full time job.