Bad Things Happen Bingo, NCIS LA edition

Bleeding through the Bandages

'Mr. Deeks, freeze!' Hetty exclaimed.

'Why, what's wrong?' He asked.

'Your arm is bleeding!'

'What? Oh. Yeah, I had an incident with a bad guy with a knife, he nicked me in the arm, I bandaged it. No problem!'

'Look again, mister.'

Deeks looked at his left arm, and saw blood coming through the bandages.

'Oh. Well, it doesn't look like much. I'll adjust them.'

'Get your butt over here right now! I'll clean up that wound.' Hetty said, in her bossiest voice.

Hetty re-cleaned and stitched up the wound.

'Thank you for not passing out when I brought out the needle and thread.' Hetty said.

'I only hate those big syringes going inside my body instead of the small thing.' Deeks replied.

'Just out of curiosity, why didn't you go to the hospital and get this checked out there?'

'I don't know. Probably because I don't like them so much, or it's something else.'

'Like maybe your wife finding out?' Hetty asked.

'There's that, as well.' Deeks replied, sheepishly.

'Ah. Did you ever think about how you'd hide this wound from Miss Blye? Long shirt perhaps?'

'Maybe.'

'And with the kind of work you did on this before I patched it up, you would've either bled out or passed out from blood loss.'

'Thanks for making me feel worse then I already do, doc.' Deeks replied, sarcastically.

'I'm not trying to make feel worse, I'm just trying to tell you to be more careful with words. There's more people besides your wife who want you around for a long time, dear.' Hetty gently replied.

'I know. I'll try to be more careful and considerate. Thanks Hetty.'

'You're welcome.'

'Want to give me a kiss on the cheek as another get-well present?' Deeks asked.

'Don't get greedy.'