STRIS Bits

Duty Injury (6x22)

Author's Note: There was blood on Street's hand. Actual blood. His blood. I hope all die hard Stris fans are alright and breathing fine. The question is: what happened when his other half found out?

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Groan.

Walking still hurt. Even though he was taken to the hospital and X Rays were negative, he was still in pain. Doctors gave him a dose of pain killers, but they wore off quickly. He asked for a lighter dosage because he had to get home, but quickly regretted it. He was lucky he found an Uber driver that was patient enough with him. He still walked gingerly, so getting out of the car and into the apartment building was a mission on its own.

 He was glad there was no bone or muscle damage because he wasn't sure how he would cope with a week's worth of desk duty. Getting injured while on duty really sucked!

"Chris?" he called, closing the door behind him.

One foot. One foot. One foot.

It was a process! The bandages made it tough to walk normally, so he had to be patient. He couldn't wait to go to take a shower and get some sleep!

SQQQUUUEAAAAKKK

He was received with darkness and silence. The echo of the door closing behind him was the only thing he heard, as he went for the light switch. He had texted her when he was in the hospital but she was stuck on the other side of town and since he didn't want to bother her, he assured her he would find his way home. What he didn't expect was for her not to be home already.

He went for his phone. No calls, no texts. He frowned in surprise. He didn't want to impose, so he just dumped him backpack on the sofa nearby and went straight to the shower.

After setting up a chair, maneuvering with a plastic bag, dangling his leg away from the water and wrestling with the shower head, Street finally got himself ready. He let the warm water run off for a couple of seconds, feeling as if godly hands were massaging every inch of his injured and tired body.

"Aaaaahhhh" he said, enjoying every moment of it. He took several deep breaths, tilting his head backwards and closing his eyes.

The peace, the serenity, the calmness...everything he needed after such a long day! Everything was heavenly until...

SLAM

He straightened up in the chair and turned to the closed door of the bathroom. "Babe?" he called.

"Hey!"  he heard her call.

"I'm glad you're home. I could really use a massage!" Street called from the shower.

SQQQUUUEAAAAKKK

"Yeah, about that..." he heard her voice behind the opening door. Chris peeked her head in the bathroom with a shy smile, while Street let out a sigh of relieve.

"I thought you would never come home." he said with a tender smile.

"Sorry I'm late. I uh...had some business to take care of." she said nodding slowly.

"Yeah, how'd the meeting go?"

"Um..." she said, pushing open the door.

As the wooden board swung open it revealed her arm in a swing, with bandages that covered from her wrist almost to her elbow.

GASP

Street jolted up, mouth and eyes wide opened. "Chris, what happened?"

"Relax, it's nothing. I'm fine!"  she immediately responded, putting her free arm out as a stop sign.