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[flack_nypd]

*Coughing hard, face pale and sweaty*

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[dannymesser]

*Reaching up he pressed his hand against Don's forehead and frowned*

C'mon big guy. Let's get you into bed.

[flack_nypd]

G-gotta *Coughs hard, sounding a bit like he might throw up before continuing*

Gotta get to work, Danno. Taken too much time off already.

[dannymesser]

*Crossing his arms over his chest, he patiently waited for Don to quick coughing up a long before he turned him around toward the bedroom.*

Yer not goin' to work like this. Yer goin' to bed.

[flack_nypd]

What are ya, my husband? *It was clearly a joke, Don moving back to bed, still coughing hard, his eyes watery and his face red.*

[sammy]

Why are you up? Don't make me cuff you to the bed.

[flack_nypd]

*Gives her a smartass look before coughing hard enough to turn his face red and make his eyes water*

Ju-st gettin' water..

[sammy]

*She gave him that same smartass look.* Don't give me that look. Get your ass back to bed.

*With her hands on his back, she pushed him toward the bedroom.* I can get you some water.

[flack_nypd]

Yer so kind, sis. *It was said with teasing sarcasm, Don falling into bed during another coughing fit, not noticing the small amount of blood that came out onto his hands*

[get_messed_up]

[He tries to not laugh.]

C'mon, that bum didn't smell that bad.

[flack_nypd]

*Gives him a glare before coughing again*

Nice one, Mess.

[get_messed_up]

[He shrugs.] Need anythin'?

[flack_nypd]

A Tylenol an' a slice 'a Ray's.

*Smirking, its clear his sense of humor's still intact, despite the coughing.*

[bonasera_nypd]

You alright, Don? *looks quite concerned*

[flack_nypd]

*Before he can answer, Don has a brutal coughing fit, one hand gripping the counter hard to keep him steady. When it passes, his hand comes away from his mouth with red covering it.*

[bonasera_nypd]

Donnie? *sees the blood on his hand* You're coughing up blood? How long has this been going on? *grabs her keys, ready to take him to the ER*

[flack_nypd]

*Between coughs*

A week? Week an a half?

*His voice is sheepish, Don knowing he should've seen someone earlier.*

[just_apaperdoll]

[Reaching out, she laid her hand against his forehead before sliding it down to his cheek]

How long has this been going on?

[flack_nypd]

*Looks up, face pasty white and clammy.*

Off--off an' on, 'bout tw-two weeks?

*Another fit of coughing has him curling up in the fetal position in bed as he tries to get whatever's stuck out. When his hand comes away from his face, there's a rather large spot of blood on it.

[just_apaperdoll]

[One hand rubbed briskly over his back, her eyes going wide when she saw the blood in his hand, and she reaches for her cell phone reflexively]

Don that's...not good. You need to go to the hospital.

[flack_nypd]

*Looking first at her, then at his hand, he nodded, frowning slightly.*

Y-yeah...that's probably a good idea....