He has to get Addario to lead him back through the hospital halls. Kid's decent about it, despite everything. It's not enough to stop Billy's lip from curling when he thinks about him. It's not enough to change the fact that Sean is lying there, a hole in his arm and a hole in his shoulder, a week's bed rest at least, and no leaving his desk for another month after that.
“We're going to need someone to take care of the baby.” Sean leans back against the chair, ignoring the doctor, who isn't happy about him leaving, but can't really stop him. “Billy, Harry's going to have to wait to go to college. We set up the trust fund too specifically.”
“I'll take care of it.” Billy's leaning on the chair handles. Sophie's holding his cane like a treasure, very solemn and Jean's following them, on Addario's arm, looking every inch her age.
“You're very lucky, Captain Dignam,” the doctor clucks, leading them out. “You could have been killed, or permanently disabled.”
It's a graze and a though and through. No infection(so far), no muscles damage(beyond the obvious), even the meds are just T3s. Sean's going to ignore the doctor, be back at work in five days instead of seven. Billy's going to be fighting to keep him from going in two days, but he can live with that.
Before they get in the car, Sean grabs Addario's arm.
“Tomorrow morning, you come and get Costigan, okay? Then, when you get to work, you report to his office. You're working with us. Cleared it with Ellerby in the van.”
Addario looks at Billy and flinches.
“I don't think that's such a good idea, Captain.”
“Who's the Captain around here? Is it him? Is it you?” Sean snaps. “I'm not asking you, kid, I'm telling you.”
Jean takes Sophie by the hand and leads her away. Billy feels his leg start shaking and clutches the handles. If he falls, he'll never hear the end of it. If he falls.
“I'm not fucking working with him,” he tells Dignam.
“You're working with him.”
It's not an arguing voice. It's a “shut up, I know what I'm doing” voice, more than anything and that pisses Billy off more than anything else, like he's some child, some cripple that Dignam is keeping around because it looks good to the brass. Like he's a fucking pacifier, he's being pacified.
“Fuck you.”
He takes two steps, three, he's away from the chair. He's away from the chair and he's still standing. Another step.
His back hits the hospital and his leg gives out, spasming.
“Shit!”
“Sergeant?”
“Get the fuck away from me!”
He pushes Addario off him(what the hell is he doing there, anyhow?) and lets himself, just, drop.
“Billy.”
Sophie looks at him, too disapproving for a six year old. She shoves his cane against his hands and puts her fists on her hips.
“You need this, Billy. So you can walk.”
No. No, I don't. I'm twenty-seven years old, I don't need this. I don't.
He takes it, and uses it and the wall to pull himself up. Sean's halfway out of the chair, clutching the arm. Billy draws a breath and takes a step. Then another. Another. Another.
“Come on, Captain.” He wraps his hand around Sean's arm. “Let's go home.” ......................................
Okay, so, honestly? Billy's not really dealing as well with his ability as I thought. Seriously, though, I don't blame him.
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He has to get Addario to lead him back through the hospital halls. Kid's decent about it, despite everything. It's not enough to stop Billy's lip from curling when he thinks about him. It's not enough to change the fact that Sean is lying there, a hole in his arm and a hole in his shoulder, a week's bed rest at least, and no leaving his desk for another month after that.
“We're going to need someone to take care of the baby.” Sean leans back against the chair, ignoring the doctor, who isn't happy about him leaving, but can't really stop him. “Billy, Harry's going to have to wait to go to college. We set up the trust fund too specifically.”
“I'll take care of it.” Billy's leaning on the chair handles. Sophie's holding his cane like a treasure, very solemn and Jean's following them, on Addario's arm, looking every inch her age.
“You're very lucky, Captain Dignam,” the doctor clucks, leading them out. “You could have been killed, or permanently disabled.”
It's a graze and a though and through. No infection(so far), no muscles damage(beyond the obvious), even the meds are just T3s. Sean's going to ignore the doctor, be back at work in five days instead of seven. Billy's going to be fighting to keep him from going in two days, but he can live with that.
Before they get in the car, Sean grabs Addario's arm.
“Tomorrow morning, you come and get Costigan, okay? Then, when you get to work, you report to his office. You're working with us. Cleared it with Ellerby in the van.”
Addario looks at Billy and flinches.
“I don't think that's such a good idea, Captain.”
“Who's the Captain around here? Is it him? Is it you?” Sean snaps. “I'm not asking you, kid, I'm telling you.”
Jean takes Sophie by the hand and leads her away. Billy feels his leg start shaking and clutches the handles. If he falls, he'll never hear the end of it. If he falls.
“I'm not fucking working with him,” he tells Dignam.
“You're working with him.”
It's not an arguing voice. It's a “shut up, I know what I'm doing” voice, more than anything and that pisses Billy off more than anything else, like he's some child, some cripple that Dignam is keeping around because it looks good to the brass. Like he's a fucking pacifier, he's being pacified.
“Fuck you.”
He takes two steps, three, he's away from the chair. He's away from the chair and he's still standing. Another step.
His back hits the hospital and his leg gives out, spasming.
“Shit!”
“Sergeant?”
“Get the fuck away from me!”
He pushes Addario off him(what the hell is he doing there, anyhow?) and lets himself, just, drop.
“Billy.”
Sophie looks at him, too disapproving for a six year old. She shoves his cane against his hands and puts her fists on her hips.
“You need this, Billy. So you can walk.”
No. No, I don't. I'm twenty-seven years old, I don't need this. I don't.
He takes it, and uses it and the wall to pull himself up. Sean's halfway out of the chair, clutching the arm. Billy draws a breath and takes a step. Then another. Another. Another.
“Come on, Captain.” He wraps his hand around Sean's arm. “Let's go home.”
......................................
Okay, so, honestly? Billy's not really dealing as well with his ability as I thought. Seriously, though, I don't blame him.