Cut and Run 1 - Cut and Run

dozed as Zane waited impatiently for the doctor. He checked his watch yet again just as the doctor walked in.
    "He's got a little internal damage, swelling in the skull that might bother him a few days, and a nice, big lump on the outside,” the doctor offered before Zane could even question him. “He got his bell rung, but he seems to be doing okay, other than the pain. Take him home, put an ice pack on it. Keep an eye on him, keep him up for an hour or two before you give him pain meds, just in case. If he doesn't need the pills, don't give them to him. I'm talking writhing in agony pain,” he said sternly. “And keep him in a nice quiet place for a few days until that swelling goes down. A head injury like this can turn bad quickly, though, so like I said, keep an eye on him. If there's pronounced dizziness, blurring of vision, slurring, shakes, confusion, nausea and so on, call an ambulance. That swelling in his head is the worst problem, and it might cause some memory issues. Any questions?” he asked. Zane shook his head silently. “I'll have an orderly in to help him out, then,” the doctor said.
    Zane stood, shaking his head. “No, just clear the hall, and I'll get us out of here,” Zane said.
    The doctor scowled and inclined his head stubbornly. “Either he leaves here in a wheelchair attended by an orderly,” he said calmly, “or he doesn't leave at all."
    Zane's nostrils flared angrily. “I'll make you a deal,” he grated. “I'll push him, and your orderly can follow along behind."
    The doctor narrowed his eyes and nodded, removed Ty's IV, and skirted around the curtain to start the paperwork.
    Figuring he'd try to make a quick escape, Zane shook Ty's shoulder lightly, bending over close to the other man's ear. “Ty? You want to wake up so we can get out of here?"
    Ty turned his head slightly, his temple nudging Zane's chin as he groaned in answer. “Just leave me here with the drugs."
    Zane chuckled. He knew they hadn't given Ty anything for the pain because of the concussion, but Ty wouldn't know any different as out of it as he was. “I've got a couple pocketfuls of drugs to keep you happy,” Zane crooned to him. “Let's get you up, big boy.” He slid his arm under Ty's shoulders and started to slowly lift him to a sitting position.
    Ty swatted at him, shivering as his head throbbed. “You sure it's good to move me?” he asked dubiously as he swung his legs off the bed. He wasn't typically too bothered with injuries, but getting conked on the head and losing time bothered him. He couldn't remember a thing from the time he'd walked out of the doors of the Federal building until he woke in the hospital. “Quit touching me,” he muttered with a weak swat at Zane's hands. “Isn't there supposed to be a pretty little nurse getting me out of bed? I think you scared the doctors into releasing me,” he accused as an orderly wheeled in a wheelchair.
    "Sure I did. ‘'Because I'm a big, scary guy,” Zane said with a note of pride.
    "That's not entirely a good thing,” Ty grumbled as he stood carefully and shuffled over to the wheelchair. He had seen men try to refuse the wheelchair ride out of the hospital before. Most were macho idiots, and many of them wound up doing a face plant into the floor for their troubles. Ty had never seen the point. Even if he had been the type, though, he knew he couldn't walk a straight line right now anyway.
    Zane chuckled as he walked out alongside the chair, his insistence on doing the pushing having dissolved as soon as Ty spoke again, though he kept a sharp eye on their surroundings, just in case. They walked out the entrance where he'd had the hospital valet pull up the SUV in anticipation of loading Ty into it. “It's bed rest and an ice pack for you tonight,” he said as the orderly helped Ty into his seat.
    "Ice pack,” Ty sneered. “A fucking ice pack, that's all I get?” he asked incredulously. “This is a serious head wound,” he insisted with a gesture to the back of his head and an insulted look. “It needs at least a sponge bath."
    "You barely even got stitches, you big baby,” Zane said as he reached over to help with the seat belt once the orderly shut the door.
    "Feels like my brains are leaking out my ears,” Ty grumbled as he watched Zane's hands. “Do I really have to be buckled in?” he asked with some amusement.
    "Yes, you do,” Zane said doggedly. He buckled his own belt and drove away from the hospital, eventually