Non-challenge: A Policeman's Tale (Day 16)
Title: A Policeman's Tale (Day 16)
Author:
ytak
Word count: 1007
Rating: K (G)
Comments: Almost everytime I start to type "Shiratori", I start out by typing "Sh*t-" and then catch myself. My subconscious doen't like him. XD You can also read all the previous chapters here but they will always be a chapter beind. You guys get first crack at the new chapters.
Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | Day 11 | Day 12 | Day 13 | Day 14 | Day 15
Day 16
Takagi winced along with Shiratori as the paramedic dabbed astringent on Shiratori's face. The cut was smaller than it looked no that it was not bleeding, Takagi was glad to see. The other paramedic brought a bandage and placed it over the cut.
The paramedic looked over his handiwork and gave a nod, “We'll that's about all that can be done since you don't appear to have a concussion, just a nasty bump and cut. Still, it would be best for you to set up a doctor's appointment for tomorrow, just to be safe.” He turned to Takagi, “Keep an eye on him and make sure you tell your inspector, sometimes the side effects don't appear until later. If he starts to vomit a lot, is confused, or suddenly becomes tired and can't move, get him to the hospital asap.” He pointed at Takagi's arm, “That bruise is going to hurt a while. Bruised bones tend to but it will be fine given time.”
Takagi and Shiratori thanked him for his attention as the paramedic and his partner cleaned up their gear and headed back to a waiting ambulance. The suspect who attacked them sat in the back of the only patrol car left. The other patrol cars were already long gone with the wanna be singers who started the whole mess.
First, they had been called out to handle to questioning to a karaoke party gone violent and one of the former guests took offense at it. Until that day, Takagi had no idea that a microphone made such a good blunt instrument. And Shiratori could attest to the affects of receiving a microphone to the head.
Shiratori gingerly touched his head and winced at the slight pressure. “I cannot say I was expecting that. Ah, well, maybe Miwako-san will fawn over my injury,” he said with a sly glance at Takagi.
Takagi twitched, “You're forgetting she's on day shift for the next couple of days.”
“Oh, and you know this?” Shiratori said drawly causing Takagi to blush. “Perhaps I'll have to catch her at the end of her shift tomorrow and invite her out on a favorable day?”
Silently, Takagi found himself wishing (quite uncharitably) that Shiratori would have required a short stay in the hospital. “But hasn't she turned down your previous dinner offers?” he asked, knowing that was a sore spot with the assistant inspector. Shiratori twitched and appeared at a loss for words.
“Excuse me, sir?” someone said to Takagi. He turned an noticed it was one of the uniformed officers. “Should we take the suspect in now?”
Takagi nodded, “And please make sure to attach assault on an officer to his list of charges. Two of them,” he added as a slight jolt made his arm ache abdominally. “I'll send the paperwork to the lockup when we get back.” The uniformed officer saluted and went to his patrol car, where his partner was waiting for him. Takagi felt disgusted as he could see the person who attacked Shiratori and himself snoring away. I hope he has a hangover, he found himself thinking.
A rustle of fabric brought his attention back. “Shiratori-san,” Takagi said, drawing Shiratori's attention away from the departing cruiser, “I can finish up with questioning the remaining people if you want to rest here or go back to headquarters with one of the patrol cars.”
Shiratori thought about it for a moment. “I think I'll accompany you. But I'll leave you to do all the questioning.” He smirked, “Besides, aren't you supposed to keep an eye on me?”
Takagi gave a sheepish laugh, “I forgot.”
They walked over to the few people remaining to be interviewed. Those interviews progressed slowly because the last people left were the most drunk (it would have been funny to watch if they had not been the ones conducting the interview) and Takagi stopped frequently to check on Shiratori to make sure he was fine.
After they finished and were on the road back, Takagi noticed that Shiratori rubbing his forehead. “Are you all right, Shiratori-san?”
“Just a headache,” he replied, still rubbing his head.
Takagi frowned, turning his attention back to driving. “Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?”
“It isn't that bad. It's just a minor headache,” he said. A few seconds passed before he asked, “Do you have any pain medicine?”
“Under the seat,” Takagi said, nodding his head in the direction of the passenger seat. “There should be some aspirin in a first aid kit.”
They sat in silence for a few more minutes. Then, Takagi said, “Doctor's excuse to get off work tomorrow?”
Takagi suppressed a laugh at Shiratori's groan at the very childish reference (leading Takagi to believe he had used that one a few times as a child to get out of school). Though, he felt obliged to point out that he may be forced to take the next couple days off. “The inspector will probably force you to take tonight off. Possibly tomorrow. Head injuries can be troublesome and I know you have people at home to keep an eye on you.”
“You may be correct about that,” Shiratori said. He sighed, “I suppose I can ask Miwako-san after I get back.” He did not miss Takagi's twitch at the comment. “Oh, I suppose you have plans.”
Takagi wanted to flinch under the measuring (and threatening) look Shiratori threw at him. “Ah... I have plans but who knows what Mi-Sato-san's plans are?”
Shiratori merely 'hmm'ed and they sat in silence until they arrived back at the station. At the station, the inspector in charge of the night shift immediately cornered Shiratori and took him to the small nurse's office to have him checked out again... leaving Takagi to do all the paperwork that night.
Resigned, he went back to his desk to start on the paperwork for the latest call. His one (exceedingly encouraging) thought was that he could give Miwako her gifts the next day.
Author:
ytak
Word count: 1007
Rating: K (G)
Comments: Almost everytime I start to type "Shiratori", I start out by typing "Sh*t-" and then catch myself. My subconscious doen't like him. XD You can also read all the previous chapters here but they will always be a chapter beind. You guys get first crack at the new chapters.
Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | Day 11 | Day 12 | Day 13 | Day 14 | Day 15
Day 16
Takagi winced along with Shiratori as the paramedic dabbed astringent on Shiratori's face. The cut was smaller than it looked no that it was not bleeding, Takagi was glad to see. The other paramedic brought a bandage and placed it over the cut.
The paramedic looked over his handiwork and gave a nod, “We'll that's about all that can be done since you don't appear to have a concussion, just a nasty bump and cut. Still, it would be best for you to set up a doctor's appointment for tomorrow, just to be safe.” He turned to Takagi, “Keep an eye on him and make sure you tell your inspector, sometimes the side effects don't appear until later. If he starts to vomit a lot, is confused, or suddenly becomes tired and can't move, get him to the hospital asap.” He pointed at Takagi's arm, “That bruise is going to hurt a while. Bruised bones tend to but it will be fine given time.”
Takagi and Shiratori thanked him for his attention as the paramedic and his partner cleaned up their gear and headed back to a waiting ambulance. The suspect who attacked them sat in the back of the only patrol car left. The other patrol cars were already long gone with the wanna be singers who started the whole mess.
First, they had been called out to handle to questioning to a karaoke party gone violent and one of the former guests took offense at it. Until that day, Takagi had no idea that a microphone made such a good blunt instrument. And Shiratori could attest to the affects of receiving a microphone to the head.
Shiratori gingerly touched his head and winced at the slight pressure. “I cannot say I was expecting that. Ah, well, maybe Miwako-san will fawn over my injury,” he said with a sly glance at Takagi.
Takagi twitched, “You're forgetting she's on day shift for the next couple of days.”
“Oh, and you know this?” Shiratori said drawly causing Takagi to blush. “Perhaps I'll have to catch her at the end of her shift tomorrow and invite her out on a favorable day?”
Silently, Takagi found himself wishing (quite uncharitably) that Shiratori would have required a short stay in the hospital. “But hasn't she turned down your previous dinner offers?” he asked, knowing that was a sore spot with the assistant inspector. Shiratori twitched and appeared at a loss for words.
“Excuse me, sir?” someone said to Takagi. He turned an noticed it was one of the uniformed officers. “Should we take the suspect in now?”
Takagi nodded, “And please make sure to attach assault on an officer to his list of charges. Two of them,” he added as a slight jolt made his arm ache abdominally. “I'll send the paperwork to the lockup when we get back.” The uniformed officer saluted and went to his patrol car, where his partner was waiting for him. Takagi felt disgusted as he could see the person who attacked Shiratori and himself snoring away. I hope he has a hangover, he found himself thinking.
A rustle of fabric brought his attention back. “Shiratori-san,” Takagi said, drawing Shiratori's attention away from the departing cruiser, “I can finish up with questioning the remaining people if you want to rest here or go back to headquarters with one of the patrol cars.”
Shiratori thought about it for a moment. “I think I'll accompany you. But I'll leave you to do all the questioning.” He smirked, “Besides, aren't you supposed to keep an eye on me?”
Takagi gave a sheepish laugh, “I forgot.”
They walked over to the few people remaining to be interviewed. Those interviews progressed slowly because the last people left were the most drunk (it would have been funny to watch if they had not been the ones conducting the interview) and Takagi stopped frequently to check on Shiratori to make sure he was fine.
After they finished and were on the road back, Takagi noticed that Shiratori rubbing his forehead. “Are you all right, Shiratori-san?”
“Just a headache,” he replied, still rubbing his head.
Takagi frowned, turning his attention back to driving. “Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?”
“It isn't that bad. It's just a minor headache,” he said. A few seconds passed before he asked, “Do you have any pain medicine?”
“Under the seat,” Takagi said, nodding his head in the direction of the passenger seat. “There should be some aspirin in a first aid kit.”
They sat in silence for a few more minutes. Then, Takagi said, “Doctor's excuse to get off work tomorrow?”
Takagi suppressed a laugh at Shiratori's groan at the very childish reference (leading Takagi to believe he had used that one a few times as a child to get out of school). Though, he felt obliged to point out that he may be forced to take the next couple days off. “The inspector will probably force you to take tonight off. Possibly tomorrow. Head injuries can be troublesome and I know you have people at home to keep an eye on you.”
“You may be correct about that,” Shiratori said. He sighed, “I suppose I can ask Miwako-san after I get back.” He did not miss Takagi's twitch at the comment. “Oh, I suppose you have plans.”
Takagi wanted to flinch under the measuring (and threatening) look Shiratori threw at him. “Ah... I have plans but who knows what Mi-Sato-san's plans are?”
Shiratori merely 'hmm'ed and they sat in silence until they arrived back at the station. At the station, the inspector in charge of the night shift immediately cornered Shiratori and took him to the small nurse's office to have him checked out again... leaving Takagi to do all the paperwork that night.
Resigned, he went back to his desk to start on the paperwork for the latest call. His one (exceedingly encouraging) thought was that he could give Miwako her gifts the next day.