Hey I don't own the show or any of the characters. I always seem to write things that aren't like they would be (like the characters not being like they are in the show lol) so I'm doing it again…. I hope you like it please R&R.
*Oh damn my head is killing me* Hank mumbles rubbing his temples and grimacing in pain
"What's up Hank? How you doing today?" Tyler says coming up to Hank and (playfully) smacking him in the back.
"OW!" Hank says jumping up
"Whoa man you ok?" Tyler asks concerned
"Yea, yea I'm fine. I'm just in a little pain right now…" Hank says nervously
"Oh I get it, your putting in extra practice because of the big game coming up on Saturday, relax man it's Monday you can't start up with this heavy practicing already give yourself a break" Tyler smiles
"Yea man that's it, I'm just thinking about the game. Keeping it together." Hank says. Then squeezing his eyes shut in pain.
"Whoa I think you should leave or something, you know lie down or something like that."
"Nah, Tyler I'm cool."
"Here well at least take an asprin, it will do you good."
"Yea ok thanks man."
Just then the siren goes off. Hank covers his ears in pain.
"Come on guys it's time to go" Val says running in "Let's move"
At the accident scene, Hank is just standing there looking around in a daze.
"Yo Hank, get moving!" Tyle shouts
"Huh yea im going going." Hank says getting to work
After everything is cleared up and the last patient was sent off to the hospital. Val, Tyler, Jamie and Hank start to gather up supplies.
*Oh man this pain is just getting more and more intense by the minute, maybe I should just stand up a minute and get some air* He stands up and is overcome with dizziness.
*Oh man maybe I should stay down…yea that's a good idea, stay down here.*
"Hey come on Hank we're leaving" Val yells
"I'm coming. I'm coming." Hank mumbles moving towards the ambulance
Back at the station the four walk in and realize they are off duty.
"Great I am going home and sitting myself down on the couch and not moving. Want to come Hank?"
"Nah. No thanks Tyler I'm just going to go home and get some sleep." Hank says as he walks out the door
Hank walks into his house. The intoxicating smell of alcohol overwhelms him, and the smoke from cigars goes straight into his lungs. He hesitates before going in anymore.
"Hank where have you been?" Mr. Beecham yells as Hank walks in the door "Your late dinner has been on the table for at least a half hour"
"I'm really sorry Dad. That last call…"
"Don't talk back to me! Sit down and eat you food." Mr. Beecham says still yelling
"Yes sir." Hank sighs and rubs his head again, the headache growing worse by the minute
"Where are you manners? I work to put food on this table and all you do is look at it? What's your problem today?"
"I have a headache, and I'm sore all over. You should know that though." Hank says pointedly
"Can't take the pain huh? Get to your room I don't want to see your face."
Hank slowly starts to get up because of the pain
"Did you hear me? I said get up!" Hank's father grabs Hanks arm and throws him in the direction of his room.
"Can't take a little pain" Mr. Beecham mutters to himself as he goes to sit down and watch T.V.
Once Hank has securely locked himself into his room he take a look around. His vision is fuzzy from the pain from his head.
"Oh man" Hank looks around. The smell of beer and cigars is strong, his clothes are strewn all around, and his belongings are all over. Hank walks over to his mirror and peers at it.
When he does he sees sunken, bloodshot eyes. Pasty skin, and he is look well really bad. Hank examines the fresh bruise starting to show up on his arm, where his father grabbed him. Then he pulls off his shirt and looks at his back and sees multiple bruises, some old, some new.
"Oh man" He says once more as he moves over to find his bed. " Just gotta get some sleep, then everything will be all right"
"What the…." Hank jerks his head up with a start, then puts it down again remembering his pain.
"Hank get out here! Did you hear me? Get out here now!" Mr. Beecham yells on the opposite side of the door.
"Damn why couldn't he be passed out like he is every other morning" Hank groans inwardly
The yells of his father continues, but Hank can't make any sense of it everything is all a mush. *Just one big mush. Nothing makes sense. What was I doing? Oh yea the door. Why is someone yelling though?" Hank wonders as he opens the door
The next thing he knows a fist has made contact with his jaw. The sound of the crack sends chills up Hank's spine.
"Next time you'll get here faster. Now get dressed if your late for school. We are going to have some more problems" Mr. Beecham turns on his heel taking his smells of alcohol and cigars with him down the hall.
*Now I know why I didn't want to open the door* Hank thinks *Cause every time I do he is on the other side. Always on the other side of the door waiting for me……* He doesn't finish that thought cause he blacked out.
TBC'd more soon!
I hope you liked it. Everyone always writes (mostly) if someone is getting hurt about Jamie or Caitie ( I did too) but I wanted to try something different. So I hope you liked it. Please R&R Thanx!
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