Team Spirit - a Reed900 fanfiction

I'm sorry (bonus story)

Author's note: This story is in the same AU as 'Team Spirit'. It's set a couple of years later.

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"We're almost there, Reed." Lieutenant Anderson glanced over to the man on the passenger seat, who leaned against the window. His eyes were crammed shut, his lips a tight line. With his right arm he held onto the handle above his head, his other hand was pressed against the wound in his abdomen.
"I still don't get why you didn't want the paramedics to take you!"

"They had other people to worry about," the wounded detective grit out.

"Your stubbornness will get you killed someday," Anderson answered, shaking his head. "At least this is your car. I wouldn't want your blood all over my seats."

"Like a little blood could fuck up your car. That old wreck is beyond saving."

Their bickering made the time go faster and it made the detective forget about his pain a little. Before he knew it, they were in front of the red brick hospital. Gavin looked up at the sign above the entrance.
"Henry Ford?!" he exclaimed. "Why did you take me here?!"

"It's the closest, and you know it. Now shut up and get out of the car." Anderson got out and jogged over to grab a wheelchair from next to the entrance and wheeled it up to the car. His partner was still sitting there with the door closed. "God damn it, Reed! Get out of that car!"

"Take me to St. John's." His voice was muffled through the closed car door, yet Anderson could understand him perfectly.
The lieutenant ripped the door open, jostling his partner as his support suddenly disappeared from behind his shoulder.
"Jezus, Hank! Be a little more careful!"

"I'll be more careful if you stop being such a stubborn ass! Now get out and get in this wheelchair. You need medical attention and this is the closest ER." Anderson held out a hand to help Reed out of the car. It took a few moments for the detective to move, but eventually he was in the wheelchair and Anderson could take his partner inside.

The ER of the Henry Ford Hospital was open 24 hours a day and Anderson had never seen the place empty, no matter what time of day he arrived here. The paramedics from the crime scene had called ahead, so when Anderson flashed his badge they were quickly taken to one of the examination rooms. Reed was put on a table and they made quick work of his shirt by cutting it away.

"Should've worn my hoodie, not the stupid button up," the detective muttered.

"You always act like that hoodie of yours is made out of kevlar. It's not, I tell you." Anderson shook his head again. His partner was a damn good detective, a quick thinker and braver than was good for him. Or maybe it was more stupidity than bravery.

"Lieutenant, can you step outside please?"

"Oh, yeah, sure." Anderson nodded to the female nurse. Without thinking, he had followed his partner into the examination room. He quickly stepped out again, walking towards the little waiting area at the end of the hall. There was a coffee machine there, immediately making him feel the tiredness in his bones. It was 3 AM, he really shouldn't do drug busts in the middle of the night anymore. At his age he deserved more decent working hours, right?

He just sat down with his coffee when a familiar figure in blue scrubs rushed past. "Hank," the person said with a small nod of his head.

Anderson nodded back, lifting his coffee in a little salute. He grimaced a little when he thought of what Reed would face in a couple of moments.

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Expert hands took care of the bloody mess on his abdomen. They gave him a shot of something that made his head fuzzy and took away the sharp edges of the pain. He knew the wound wasn't too bad, they already told him nothing vital was hit. It just was a mess, yet that was to be expected if you got ripped open by a broken bottle.