Well, here it is.
The last chapter.
Bend Over, Here It Comes Again
(the ass references, that is, not the whump)
Nurse Lindsey Wright was just making her evening rounds. It was commonplace. Boring, even. Read the charts, check the vitals, administer meds, make notations. Next patient. Read the charts, check the vitals, administer meds, make notations. Ad nauseum.
Then Lindsey opened the door to room 422 and walked in to see the patient (a Steven McGarrett, who'd been transferred from the ICU that afternoon) standing by the window.
"Oh, Mr. McGarrett," breathed the nurse as she checked out the view afforded by the hospital gown, "I know I'm supposed to tell you to get back into bed, but I have to admit I like the view." Hot damn, even beat all to hell, he's HOT with a capital H-O-T. And that tramp stamp? I would love to be able to trace that... she pulled herself back to reality with a mental jerk. Noleering at the patients, she told herself firmly.
"So do I," Steve replied, completely clueless that the nurse was not talking about the view out the window. "There's something about watching the sun set on the waves that makes everything feel tranquil, no matter how crazy your life is."
Lindsey actually giggled. That is so not what I meant. And from the way he's standing, you'd never guess that he has so many broken bones. But he really shouldn't be standing. Dangit! What could have possessed him to think that it would be okay to go traipsing around on a cracked femur? Not to mention with all his other injuries!
"I'm glad you think so, and I'd have to agree, but you need to come back to bed right now, Mr. McGarrett, or I'll have to come over there and grab your ass and haul you back myself." Oooh, and doesn't that just paint a pretty mental picture? She took another quick glance before he turned to face her. "Although from the bruising, it looks like someone may have already done that recently."
"I'll tell Danny you remarked on it." Steve smirked. Or will I?
"How's Danny doing, anyway?" he asked, knowing he wouldn't win an argument with the nurse at this point. And I don't really have the energy for it, anyway. Steve took the few steps back to the bed, the arm not bound to his chest using the IV pole like a walker.
"Danny?" Lindsey asked, watching the tough guy in front of her try to hide his pain, although she caught the wince as he skootched from the edge of the bed to the middle.
"Detective Williams. My partner. The back-up that gotten beaten up with me." He paused a moment, thinking. "I think Kono said he's right next door." Steve swatted her hand away and grabbed his injured thigh to pull it up himself, but let the redhead pull the blanket over his legs for him. Why bend over if I don't have to? Besides, this way I get another nice view, too. Gotta love those V-neck scrub tops on a well-endowed woman.
"I'm assuming he's on track with his recovery since he was moved here from the ICU this afternoon, too; but I haven't checked on Mr. Williams yet."
"Well, when you check on him, will you tell him I got a better offer?" He winked at her. "He still claims he was only trying to wake me up when he pinched my ass."
For real, this time.
And a great big
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to all of my reviewers!
This story would never have become more than a one-shot without you.
So, read like a wolf eats and write on!
I look forward to reading your works soon.
PS to 4tgoffive and TMVH50- you wanted the boys in the same room, and while I strongly considered it for this final scene, I ended up coming to the conclusion that since the staff wants them to rest, they would not put them in the same room because they do play off each other so much. While it might be easier for the people visiting, it would not make it easier for the staff to control the two stubborn people who don't really want to be there. Since the docs have experience with our boys, I'm betting they know that putting them in the same room is asking for them to argue for hours and throw balls of paper at each other to get each others' attention, etc. Having them in separate rooms not only makes it easier to take them on one at a time rather than both at once, but it gives the doctors a reward or the ability to withhold something the boys want (ie, phone and visiting priveleges) to ensure compliance. And I did not put them in the same room in the last chapter because in all the hospitals I have been in, I have yet to see an ICU room with double occupancy. But thank you both very much for the reviews.