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Just a scratch
Jul. 31st, 2024 07:06 pmDaniel would maintain until the end of time that the dispatcher overreacted by calling Tom after Daniel got injured during an arrest. It was just a well-timed punch that got past his guard and into his ribs, not anything serious. It wasn’t a gunshot. He wasn’t even bleeding.
But there was an injured officer in the course of an arrest and they’d made him sit in the back of an ambulance for a few minutes while he got his breath back, so the rules said his emergency contact had to be notified. At least he convinced them that Tom didn’t need to be asked to come to the scene and that Daniel could make his own way home instead of going to the hospital. He might have been helped by it being Nikita who was taking care of him. He didn’t know what life she’d led before she was here and he wasn’t about to ask, but occasionally something about her made him wonder if she was a vet of some type and if she recognized the same in him so that she trusted that he knew what a bad injury was and what wasn’t.
He called Tom as soon as he left the scene to assure his steady that he really was fine and that he was just stopping by the station to get his computer before he’d come right home. He did that, and then he left the station with a final assurance to everyone that he’d be fine, that he’d take the next day off like he’d been ordered to do, and that he would go see his doc tomorrow to be sure it was just a bruised rib, not a cracked one.
Carrying his computer rucksack on his shoulders wasn’t so great with a rib that wasn’t feeling good and he could tell he’d need to watch out for the way he used his crutches tonight, but he got home. He had been about to put his key into the lock of the apartment when it swung open.
But there was an injured officer in the course of an arrest and they’d made him sit in the back of an ambulance for a few minutes while he got his breath back, so the rules said his emergency contact had to be notified. At least he convinced them that Tom didn’t need to be asked to come to the scene and that Daniel could make his own way home instead of going to the hospital. He might have been helped by it being Nikita who was taking care of him. He didn’t know what life she’d led before she was here and he wasn’t about to ask, but occasionally something about her made him wonder if she was a vet of some type and if she recognized the same in him so that she trusted that he knew what a bad injury was and what wasn’t.
He called Tom as soon as he left the scene to assure his steady that he really was fine and that he was just stopping by the station to get his computer before he’d come right home. He did that, and then he left the station with a final assurance to everyone that he’d be fine, that he’d take the next day off like he’d been ordered to do, and that he would go see his doc tomorrow to be sure it was just a bruised rib, not a cracked one.
Carrying his computer rucksack on his shoulders wasn’t so great with a rib that wasn’t feeling good and he could tell he’d need to watch out for the way he used his crutches tonight, but he got home. He had been about to put his key into the lock of the apartment when it swung open.
