Title: Looking Forward To Most
Rating: R
Warnings: No Warnings Apply
Fandom: S.W.A.T.
Relationships: Donovan Rocker/Molly Hicks
Tags: Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort
Summary: Donny gets poisoned.
Word Count: 2,873


Donny hated sand when he was working. It got into places that were hard to get out of, especially if it got under his vest. He would love to have something to get it out of this vest, but they were still dealing with the suspects that they had chased to the beach. The team was holding them in place until someone else could come and get them, since there wasn't room for all of them safely in the vehicles that they had.

He pressed down on the woman's shoulders again when she started to struggle. It was a one-to-one between all of his team and the suspects who had been holding up a store until they pulled in, then the foot chase had been fucking stupid and ended with all of them eating sand.

"How are you feeling?" Cabrera asked as she looked at where Donny was bleeding. The woman he tackled had a knife, and she had tried to use it to stab him, but all she got in the end was a single slash on his arm. The knife was sitting a little way away, where it had sand stuck to the blood. He was going to need to have the wound really cleaned out because this beach wasn't exactly clean, and the sand had to be full of shit, and he knew that there was sand stuck to his wound.

"Good. It's not losing feeling and is just a normal ache for a fresh cut with sand stuck in it. I'm gonna end up having antibiotics for it, and I am not sure if it's gonna need stitches or not. You?"

"Everyone else is good. You have the worst injury, unless Tan ends up with a concussion."

Donnhy looked at where their loaner was. Tan had been at the station to work on other things, and when they needed to roll for a robbery with hostages, he had asked to come along. It was going to be interesting to see if Tan had a concussion. Donny wasn't going to be allowed to borrow any of Hondo's squad for a while if he did.

The uniformed patrol officers showed up a few minutes later. Donny was glad because these robbers were spry, and it was they who were keeping them face down in the sand like they were. It was easier to control them. One by one, they stood up and got an escort to the car before getting them locked inside. Donny was the last, and he made sure that Cabrera bagged the knife. She was looking at the blood and sand on it as Donny was escorting the woman into the patrol car. He didn't really have much of anything going on other than the knife wound, so as soon as he got the suspect into the car, he turned to head for the paramedic that had arrived with the patrol officers to double check any injuries to the suspects, which were few thankfully, tackling them into the sand had made it easier to keep them from getting hurt.

"Rocker, lose a fight?"

"Just with a knife. Though I think I won because she was trying to stab me, and I turned out of it, and she got pissed and dragged this back across my arm when I was about to get her down into the sand."

"Gonna rip your shirt more," the paramedic said before she did just that. She stopped and looked at him before putting on a second pair of gloves over her current pair. She grabbed a swab of some kind and dipped it into the blood on his arm. It hurt like fucking hell.

Donny realized then that it was hurting more than it should, even with the sand in it. The sand should have mostly gotten cleaned out of it, yeah, there would be bacteria and stuff in his blood, but the amount of blood that was down his arm meant that it should have mostly flushed itself out.

"I'm going to the ER, aren't I?"

"Yeah, I think that the knife had something on it."

Dinny radioed over that they needed to bag and tag the knife, but that it needed to go to the ER with him because there was a possibility of there being poison or something else on it. He had never been poisoned like that during a fight. He wondered what the woman was thinking because there had been a point where she had nearly gotten stabbed by her own knife. He had a second thought and told the rest of the team to do the same with the knives that the rest of the spectators had. Any bladed weapon, to be safe. It could mean more charges based on what was on the blade.

"Rocker, wasn't one of the hostage victims stabbed?" Cabrera asked.

"Shi,t they were. Check into them. Cabrera, you have the scene. Get the knives to the ER as soon as you have them all properly documented. I haven't died yet, so it's not like it's going to be enough to kill me. I'll get an update on the other victim, and we will go from there." Rocker got up, and he settled his ass on the bench inside the back of the rig, and then he waited while the paramedic got into the back, and then the driver took them while the wound was swabbed more. He could feel the pain of it going down into his arm more; it was like acid. He had thought it was just the radiating pain from the way that he had to hold his arm when holding down his suspect in the sand. It seemed that it was not.

"You want to call anyone to meet you at the ER?"

Donny dug out his cell phone and then scrolled down to Molly's office number. He tried to remember if he should call her office or her cell phone. He remembered she was supposed to be in court today, so he called her cell.

"Donny?" Molly asked.

"Hey, Mols. Are you done at court for the day?"

"Yes, we got a continuance because my client started to throw up in court. It seemed that the jail she was being held in served undercooked food or expired food. Something. Because even the guards are all sick to hell. So, once the client's better, we will be put on the docket. The judge is being lenient since it was not her fault that she's sick, which is good. What is going on?"

"Where are you taking me?"

"First," the paramedic driving called out.

"So, I'm going to go first. I was cut with a knife. I could have gotten stitches in the field except that there were signs that there was poison on the knife, so I'm being taken in. I'm not showing many symptoms, except that the pain is not normal for even a wound that got sand in it. You don't need to rush over there, or anything, and someone will tell you if things take a turn for the worse. I don't see myself dying just being in a lot of pain, because even as she's cleaning the wound, it's hurting up my arm a lot more, and now even my hand is in pain."

"I'll get my files secure in my office, it's close to where you are going, then I'm going to change out of my court clothes, and then I'll head over there."

"Sounds good. I promise that I'm good, but I doubt that I'll be released back to work. Cabrera would have told your father by now. Tan ended up not having a concussion, so thankfully, between him and Cabrera, the team will not be down, and they can share control because Cabrera defers to Tan a lot when he's around since he's been SWAT longer."

"You are nervous because you are rambling," Molly said. Normally, there would be a teasing tone there, but there wasn't this time.

"I am. It could damage my arm, and I might not be able to work in the field anymore. I don't wanna be shoved into the captain's spot even if your father would like to have someone to help him handle the teams." Donny would do it if he couldn't be in the field anymore. It would suck, but he could support the teams better that way. He wasn't going to cling to the job he should have if he had been injured.

There was a team waiting at the doors to the ambulance bay when Donny stepped off the ambulance. He was ushered onto the gurney but allowed to sit up on it because he was good at keeping himself up. He didn't want to lie down because he didn't know if he was going to make things worse or not.

"We have the other victim, and so far, the only symptom is extreme pain around the wound site. They are in surgery to get the organ that was nicked taken care of. We swabbed the site and started to run it, and then we got word that a SWAT officer had been stabbed. I'm glad it's only gash. We are going to numb the area as much as we can."

"No, leave it and just clean it. I want to feel how far out the pain is getting."

The doctor looked shocked, but did as Donny ordered. He could handle pain if it helped him make sure that the spreading poison wasn't going to spread faster at some point. He was given something to bite down on, and he was glad of that, and he braced himself for the pain of debreeding the wound. He had suffered worse in the field in the Army. He could do this.

When they were done, Donny was allowed to lie down because he was sweaty and felt like he could pass out, but he knew that was from the pain and the coming down off it from the cleaning of the wound. Molly came in at that point, and Donny smiled at her. He was glad when she was allowed to sit on the other side of the bed. She brushed at the hair that was plastered to his forehead.

"We have what the poison is. It's only going to give you a lot of pain in the dose that you got, it's not one of the better ones for putting ona blade like that. For it to really actually do what it's supposed to do, which is kill you, it would have to go into the body and stay there, but the suspects pulled it free of their first victim."

"So, just stupid and not really looking into how to do what they want to do. Good."

"The good news is that we know what we can give you and will give that to you now. It's not going to cause nerve damage or anything like that."

Molly seemed to sag, and Donny would have if he weren't puddled on the bed as he was. He closed his eyes, and he was glad when he felt the pain medication start to flood into him. Then antibiotics were hung up, and he was glad of that because he had no idea what was flowing in his blood from getting a lot of sand into the wound. He passed out before the doctor was done telling Molly what to expect.

---

Donny woke up, and he knew that it was night. He had no idea who was in his room, and he figured that Molly was, but she wasn't in bed with him. The smell of something really fucking good was in the room, and his stomach growled.

"Hungry?" Moilly asked.

Donny opened his eyes and looked at where she was sitting in the chair beside his bed. She had a box of noodles open in front of her. It looked like it was Drunken Noodles, which was one of her favorite dishes. He nodded.

"Dad dropped this off, as well as what he found out was your order from Cabrera. Once you eat and they do a check of the wound, they will release you. The stabbing victim is doing just fine. Awake from the surgery and doing really well. The doctor will come in after you eat, and then we can get you ready to take you home. How is the pain?"

Donny looked to see that he just had fluids going into him now. He was okay with that. He would be discharged with something strong, but he would see how he did without it after the first day. He wasn't one to suffer too much before taking something. He had tried that after joining SWAT, but Mumford had been the one to tell him that it was different not to take something when he needed to be alert, but that his body in pain would just heal slower, and then he would be benched for longer. Donny had lived by that since then. He took things for the first day, and then he would take them the next day to make sure. If he still needed it, he would take it all day and then do the same the next morning. It had worked well.

"The pain isn't too bad right now. They gave me a shot or something?"

"A push through the IV after unhooking the last bag of stuff they gave you. They have our scripts ready to send off to the pharmacy as soon as you are given the freedom to get out of here. I'll stop by and get them, and then we can head to the store to pick up the order I placed. If we don't get out on time, one of your team members will go and get the good stuff and keep it on hand until we get to my place. I need to make sure that one of them has a key to my place or make my father do it."

Donny laughed and jostled his body a little, but it didn't hurt. He felt like he was doing pretty well. He was pretty sure that things were going to be slow for a while because his arm was going to be killing him. He knew the damage wasn't as horrible as it could be. He had given his statement to Hicks at one point, and he was pretty sure that he had given it to someone else as well, the FBI or someone from the state agency. He had been a little high from the stuff they had him on, and he hadn't remembered exactly who else he had talked to, but Hicks had been there for that.

"I'm ready to get the hell out of here," Donny said, and he was. He wanted to shower off the last bit of grit that he could feel from the sand on him. He just needed to get to Molly's place because her shower had a bench seat built with a shower head that could come off the wall, and he could use it to wash over his body. He was looking forward to that, especially if Molly was in there with him, helping him get to places he couldn't with his arm. He would have been careful washing that area. It would be a while before he could shower without a cover over it. He had more than a few waterproof bandages in a kit at Molly's for wounds like this. It was the reality that they would get them. He had never been poisoned on the job before. It was rare for poison to be given like that. Mumford had been poisoned once while talking to someone who ended up being the person they were looking for, but the little old woman had been good at hiding that part of things until Mumford had tasted the poison because he hadn't put sugar in the tea.

That had been something that Donny had heard about, especially that Mumford had gone alone, so now they tried their hardest in cases like that to send two people. There were just times when it was impossible. Thankfully, Mumford had been able to get back-up to him because they had just been in other houses on the block talking to other people.

"Where did you go?"

"Thinking about the stories about being poisoned that I've been told. Like the time that Mumford drank the tea of a little old lady, and she had put poison in it. He hadn't put sugar in, so he could taste it."

"Tell me."

Donny smiled at her and patted the bed. She came over and sat down on the edge of the bed, laying her hand on his belly and helping him feel a little better just by that touch.

Then he started to tell her because it made the time pass. Once they were home, he could cuddle her, and that was what he was looking forward to most. Just a little longer, and he would be alone with her. It was all he could think about.

The End