FAKE Triple Drabble: Recovering
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badly_knittedTitle: Recovering
Fandom: FAKE
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Ryo.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Like Like Love.
Summary: Ryo is stuck at home, recovering from an unfortunate job-related injury.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Recover’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.
He knew he should be glad it was a relatively minor injury, but Ryo would have preferred to not get injured at all, especially since it meant he was expected to take a few days off work to recover. He and Dee had four open cases they were currently working, and two other cold cases they’d been looking into, trying to generate some new leads, and now here he was, at home, leaving Dee to cope with their workload alone. It sucked.
Ryo wasn’t as much of a workaholic now as he’d been when he’d first gotten promoted to detective, but his job still meant a lot to him. It wasn’t just what he did, it was who he was, and while it could be both stressful and frustrating, not to mention dangerous at times, he liked knowing he was helping to make New York’s streets a little safer, for residents and tourists alike.
What he didn’t like was sitting home alone, not allowed to do much of anything, until someone who didn’t know him deigned to certify him as being fit for work. He had two more days before the stitches were due to be removed, and then if he was lucky, maybe he’d be allowed back, even if he was put on desk duty for a bit. Anything would be better than moping around his apartment.
He felt fine. He WAS fine. Possible mild concussion, fair enough, but making all this fuss just because he’d gotten stabbed… He glared down at his foot, swathed in bandages. He was pretty sure if it had been his hand, he’d already be back at work by now, but no, he had to be the first cop at the two-seven to wind up on the wrong end of a stolen antique sword.
The End
Ryo wasn’t as much of a workaholic now as he’d been when he’d first gotten promoted to detective, but his job still meant a lot to him. It wasn’t just what he did, it was who he was, and while it could be both stressful and frustrating, not to mention dangerous at times, he liked knowing he was helping to make New York’s streets a little safer, for residents and tourists alike.
What he didn’t like was sitting home alone, not allowed to do much of anything, until someone who didn’t know him deigned to certify him as being fit for work. He had two more days before the stitches were due to be removed, and then if he was lucky, maybe he’d be allowed back, even if he was put on desk duty for a bit. Anything would be better than moping around his apartment.
He felt fine. He WAS fine. Possible mild concussion, fair enough, but making all this fuss just because he’d gotten stabbed… He glared down at his foot, swathed in bandages. He was pretty sure if it had been his hand, he’d already be back at work by now, but no, he had to be the first cop at the two-seven to wind up on the wrong end of a stolen antique sword.
The End
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