Cut and Run 1 - Cut and Run

anything more for you here. You're going to have to go to the hospital and—"
    "Just do whatever you have to do,” Zane interrupted. “I have to be able to use that arm.” It would be his right arm. He swallowed hard. “Set it and do whatever."
    The EMT stared at him silently. When she spoke, her voice was thin. “You know how much you're going to hurt?"
    Zane turned his chin so he could look at his mangled arm and then at her. “Yeah, I know. Just do it."
    Frowning deeply, she got to her feet and climbed into the ambulance with practiced ease. Zane just closed his eyes. He was going to pass out; he knew it. When he opened his eyes again, he found that Ty had finally managed to break away from the cops who'd been asking him questions and was making his way hastily toward the ambulance.
    He glared his way past a man who tried to stop him, and he came up to Zane with a twisting sensation in his gut. He could take pain himself, but he couldn't take watching other people go through it. Especially not people he cared for.
    "Why haven't they drugged you yet?” he asked Zane in outrage.
    Zane pulled the mask away to answer, but the EMT beat him to it. “He declined pain treatment,” she said, voice clearly disapproving.
    "Well, fuck that, give it to him anyway,” Ty demanded with an impressive scowl.
    "No,” Zane said sharply. “You pump me full of something strong enough to help, and I'll be out of commission for two days and then suffering another week of cravings."
    "A local won't cause drug cravings, moron!” Ty shouted angrily.
    Zane merely shook his head stubbornly.
    The EMT looked between them, scowling heavily. “Special Agent Garrett, please reconsider,” she asked, voice soft. “The pain from the broken bones is just going to grow worse; you're already well in shock. And your partner is right. I can give you a local for your arm and it has nothing to do with—"
    Zane looked up at Ty and shook his head, cutting her off. “Go make arrangements for a car,” he rasped to his partner. “You didn't listen before. Listen now. Go and come back."
    "Fuck you,” Ty huffed. “Give him the drugs,” he told the EMT.
    "I can't give him the drugs if he doesn't consent,” the woman said helplessly.
    The corner of Zane's mouth turned up triumphantly, although his eyes drilled into Ty. But he was still shaking slightly.
    "He's severely injured,” Ty argued calmly, looking at the woman intently. “He's not mentally capable of making the decision,” he said pointedly.
    Her eyes narrowed and she looked from him to Zane and back.
    "What? The hell I'm not,” Zane said hoarsely. “What are you trying to do to me?” he demanded of Ty.
    "I'm trying to keep you out of the fucking hospital,” Ty snarled. “Give him the shot,” he told the woman. “You know if he goes catatonic from the pain you'll just have to do it then, and take him to the hospital, and shoot me because I'll have to kill someone."
    "Ty, goddammit, we have things we have to do. I can't be stoned out of my mind for an hour, much less a day—"
    "A local wouldn't do that!” Ty interrupted in frustration.
    "What if that son of a bitch comes back after ... what the hell ?” Zane stood up in a rush and his head snapped around as the EMT stepped back, pulling an empty syringe from the IV feed line.
    Ty pointed at her and gave a triumphant little, “Ha!"
    "Now, Special Agent Garrett, you're exhibiting strong symptoms of shock,” she said soothingly, laying her hand over the IV shunt in his arm, making sure he didn't yank it out. Her eyes shifted from Zane's badly broken arm again over to Ty. “You need to sit down right now. I've given you a sedative and something to help with the pain."
    Zane took two steps right up into Ty's face. “You can't do this to a partner and expect there to be any lev ... level of tr—trus.... “His knees started to give out as he blinked slowly.
    Ty took him by his good arm and eased him toward the stretcher he had refused to use before. “We'll talk about trust later, Special Agent Garrett,” he cooed as he forced Zane down.
    Wobbling as he sat back down, Zane's eyes glazed. “Ty,” he said pleadingly as he sagged against the stretcher, laying out flat as Ty and the paramedic moved his nearly limp body. “Don't."
    Ty held him down until he was certain Zane wouldn't thrash around when released. “I'm sorry,” he murmured as his hands slipped away once Zane's eyes closed. He looked up at the EMT and