NCIS: Tony/Maddie Boli li? Prvata balkanska dogma aka "Does It Hurt?" (2007)
Title: Boli li? Prvata balkanska dogma aka "Does It Hurt?" (2007)
Fandom: NCIS
Series: The Bachelor and the Bobbysoxer
Characters/Pairing: Tony DiNozzo/Maddie Tyler and Seaman Sammie Weeks (OC)
Prompts:For 12_stories Dark Table #2 Hurt
Word Count: 597
Rating: T+
Summary: With a deep, steadying breath, he began running his hand over his body starting on the left side, which didn’t seem as painful.
Author's Notes: The second part of The Bachelor and the Bobbysoxer series. This takes place during Tony’s assignment to the USS Reagan.
The dingy that was the Tony/Maddie ship has actually grown. Pretty soon we might get our own fishing trawler!
The character of Sammie Weeks is loosely based on a modernization of Samantha Stewart from Foyle’s War. So sad that is over.
The wave of nausea that had attacked Tony when he first moved was slowly subsiding. He was no longer in danger of losing any more of his breakfast and he was grateful as he didn’t think there was any more for him to lose. His eyes were adjusting slightly to the lack of light and he could make out bits of his cabin, which was fairly destroyed. Wiping his mouth as best he could, he gingerly and painfully moved to a sitting position.
With a deep, steadying breath, he began running his hand over his body starting on the right side, which didn’t seem as painful. As his hand moved he encountered a few cuts and sore spots that would certainly result in bruises in the next few days. When he reached his hip he found a lump that at first terrified him until her remember it was his small maglight. Pulling it out of his pocket he flicked it on to visually inspect his left side. As he had expected from the pain, several ribs were definitely broken. However, the thing that worried him most was a huge gash in his leg. Actually, it was the piece of metal in the huge gash that worried him.
Fighting down a renewed wave of nausea at the sight, Tony turned to flashlight out into the room hoping to see something that would help. The beam of light happened to land on Maddie’s picture and tears unexpected welled in his eyes.
“I promised you that I was coming home and it will not be in a box,” Tony swore to the picture. “Please, babe, help me figure this one out.”
Just then the ship lurched again and the light dipped to illuminate an unopened bottle of water laying on towels in his gym bag.
Tony swung the beam back to Maddie’s picture, “You’re brilliant.”
Carefully easing himself off the berth, Tony reached across the small cabin and grabbed the bag. Thumping back down onto the thin mattress cause a white, hot poker of pain to race through his leg and he cried out. Several shallow breaths later he was composed enough to pull the water bottle and towels from the bag. Unscrewing the top of the bottle, Tony gritted his teeth before pouring the water into the wound. It stung, but not as badly as he expected. Next he grabbed a towel to start making a tourniquet, when suddenly he heard Maddie’s voice in his head. She had read him an article about tourniquets having now been declared dangerous because they cut off all blood flow and could lead to amputation. Granted, the article had been about the care of an injured animal, but he didn’t think amputation sounded like a good thing. Remembering that she had said or read that the wound should be wrapped firmly enough to stop the bleeding but not constrict circulation, he wrapped the towels securely but not tightly around his leg and tied them gently.
Again grabbing the flashlight, he swung it quickly around the cabin. There was little there he could salvage, but he grabbed a piece of the handrailing that had come off the wall to use as a walking stick. Slowly, he started to try to leave the room, but stopped. He grabbed the picture of Maddie from his desk and the letters that he had earlier put in the berth and shoved them in his breast pocket.
Once again he started from the cabin and toward the horrors that would meet him in the corridors.
Fandom: NCIS
Series: The Bachelor and the Bobbysoxer
Characters/Pairing: Tony DiNozzo/Maddie Tyler and Seaman Sammie Weeks (OC)
Prompts:For 12_stories Dark Table #2 Hurt
Word Count: 597
Rating: T+
Summary: With a deep, steadying breath, he began running his hand over his body starting on the left side, which didn’t seem as painful.
Author's Notes: The second part of The Bachelor and the Bobbysoxer series. This takes place during Tony’s assignment to the USS Reagan.
The dingy that was the Tony/Maddie ship has actually grown. Pretty soon we might get our own fishing trawler!
The character of Sammie Weeks is loosely based on a modernization of Samantha Stewart from Foyle’s War. So sad that is over.
The wave of nausea that had attacked Tony when he first moved was slowly subsiding. He was no longer in danger of losing any more of his breakfast and he was grateful as he didn’t think there was any more for him to lose. His eyes were adjusting slightly to the lack of light and he could make out bits of his cabin, which was fairly destroyed. Wiping his mouth as best he could, he gingerly and painfully moved to a sitting position.
With a deep, steadying breath, he began running his hand over his body starting on the right side, which didn’t seem as painful. As his hand moved he encountered a few cuts and sore spots that would certainly result in bruises in the next few days. When he reached his hip he found a lump that at first terrified him until her remember it was his small maglight. Pulling it out of his pocket he flicked it on to visually inspect his left side. As he had expected from the pain, several ribs were definitely broken. However, the thing that worried him most was a huge gash in his leg. Actually, it was the piece of metal in the huge gash that worried him.
Fighting down a renewed wave of nausea at the sight, Tony turned to flashlight out into the room hoping to see something that would help. The beam of light happened to land on Maddie’s picture and tears unexpected welled in his eyes.
“I promised you that I was coming home and it will not be in a box,” Tony swore to the picture. “Please, babe, help me figure this one out.”
Just then the ship lurched again and the light dipped to illuminate an unopened bottle of water laying on towels in his gym bag.
Tony swung the beam back to Maddie’s picture, “You’re brilliant.”
Carefully easing himself off the berth, Tony reached across the small cabin and grabbed the bag. Thumping back down onto the thin mattress cause a white, hot poker of pain to race through his leg and he cried out. Several shallow breaths later he was composed enough to pull the water bottle and towels from the bag. Unscrewing the top of the bottle, Tony gritted his teeth before pouring the water into the wound. It stung, but not as badly as he expected. Next he grabbed a towel to start making a tourniquet, when suddenly he heard Maddie’s voice in his head. She had read him an article about tourniquets having now been declared dangerous because they cut off all blood flow and could lead to amputation. Granted, the article had been about the care of an injured animal, but he didn’t think amputation sounded like a good thing. Remembering that she had said or read that the wound should be wrapped firmly enough to stop the bleeding but not constrict circulation, he wrapped the towels securely but not tightly around his leg and tied them gently.
Again grabbing the flashlight, he swung it quickly around the cabin. There was little there he could salvage, but he grabbed a piece of the handrailing that had come off the wall to use as a walking stick. Slowly, he started to try to leave the room, but stopped. He grabbed the picture of Maddie from his desk and the letters that he had earlier put in the berth and shoved them in his breast pocket.
Once again he started from the cabin and toward the horrors that would meet him in the corridors.