Surviving After
Author's Note: This will be my final chapter, I apologize for it taking so long, but, I kind of lost my muse. If the medical stuff sounds iffy, that would be because I am completely making stuff up.
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Three months after Danny's accident and he was still at McGarrett's. His legs were nearly one hundred percent healed. The team had been back to work for nearly two full weeks, with Danny on limited field work. He now laid on the beach chair, clothed only in his board shorts, watching the surf come in.
"Danno?" Steve called from the water.
Danny shifted his eyes from the waves crashing onto the shore to his partner sitting on a surf board about fifty feet out.
"You coming in or what?" Steve called.
"I just got out," Danny yelled back. That much was true, Danny had been surfing occassionally.
Danny watched as Steve rode the next wave in, sticking his board into the sand, and moving closer to the haole and dripping salt water all over him.
"Hey, Jerk," Danny grumbled, holding out a beer.
"Danny, you feeling alright?" Steve asked taking the beer.
"Steve," Danny sighed, "we need to talk."
"I'm listening." Steve responded.
"Are you?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I need you to really hear me."
"Then talk."
"Alright, here goes." Danny met Steve's eyes. "You need to let go. I can walk as well as I did before the accident. I can defend myself. I do not need constant care."
"Danny-"
"Not done," Danny interrupted. "You and I are going to kill each other. You are bossy and over protective and I am a grown man with a badge and a gun. I appreciate all you've done for me. I do. Who could ask for more? But, I am going home tomorrow."
"Danny, I'm still not convinced that you being alone is a good idea."
"Well, tough. Deal with it." Danny took a long drink of his beer, eyeing Steve.
"I could refuse to give you your car keys," Steve said, mildly.
"The doctor said I am ready to go home and be on my own." Danny reminded him. "I am going home."
"I could drag your ass right back here."
"You need to let go." Danny said, softly.
"I know."
"Thanks for everything," Danny stood.
Steve looked up at Danny's face, "I'm still your boss, I could order you to stay."
"You need to relax, man. I am fine. I passed my physical and phsych evaluations. I passed the firearms test that you dragged me down to the range for. I've been jogging with you every morning at dawn for two weeks."
Danny paused to take a deep breath, looking at Steve, he looked miserable.
"You're still in physio."
"Oh, knock it off. I've been cleared by a doctor. You knew this day was coming." Danny grabbed Steve's bicep. "Come on, you can make steaks for dinner."
"I can, can I?" Steve smiled, grabbing his surfboard. Danny grabbing the cooler.
"Yes, I will let you." Danny smiled. "But, tomorrow. My friend, I go home."
"Fine," Steve relented. "On one condition."
"You want to sleep in your pickup truck outside of my apartment?"
"Maybe." Steve smiled at his partner's attitude. Danny was back. "You need to tell me how you are doing. I want regular updates. And you have to keep going to the physio appointments."
Steve's shoulder's as they headed up the beach and onto the grassy backyard.
"You reinjure yourself and I cart your ass right back here," Steve warned, smiling.
"Kicking and screaming?" Danny joked.
"Kicking and screaming." Steve agreed.
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