Okay, so this story was sparked by a prompt I came across somewhere.

"Promise me you won't overreact..."

And since I'm currently suffering from Luca withdrawal, I ended up starting this story.

"Promise me you won't overreact…" Luca fought not to grimace.

Street looked his friend up and down, "Are you alright?"

Luca nodded slightly, still trying to hide the same grimace, his left arm hanging limply by his side.

"Luca, are you alright?" Street stepped closer, forcing eye contact with Luca. He noticed the limp arm, noticed a sticky droplet hanging from one of Luca's gloved fingers.

Luca nodded again.

Street KNEW Luca wasn't telling the truth, so he reached a hand out to touch Luca's left arm.

"DON'T!" Luca almost barked as he flinched away long before Street even came close, then he hit his knees when the agony quadrupled from the sudden movement.

"SHIT, you're not alright." Street frowned and dropped to one knee beside Luca, "What happened?"

Luca couldn't answer.

"Luca…" Street gently grabbed on to Luca's forearm, causing the older man to cringe. "Where's the blood from?"

"Upper. Arm.?" The shrug he couldn't act out was present in his voice, "OrAboveMyWrist?"

"Did you get shot? I didn't hear a gun…" Street frowned, knowing he would have heard even a silenced shot. Then he looked up, scanning above them, "Did you fall or something?"

Luca nodded.

"One of the damn suspects…" Luca paused to let out a slow growl, "-Tossed me out of an open window. Hondo's still up there."

"You landed on your arm?"

Luca nodded a little, "Think I broke it."

"Let's get you out in the streetlights so we can take a look at this." Street nodded towards Luca's arm, "Want me to try to keep on holding it as we walk?"

"It's gonna hurt like hell if you let go…" Luca gritted his teeth.

"How's your shoulder? Is it possible for me to help you up if I hook my elbow under your armpit?"

Luca shook his head.

"Okay, belt it is then…" Street figured and scooted around to get a decent hold of Luca's belt.

Luca nodded.

"On three."

Luca nodded.

"One. Two. Three!"

Luca found his footing with a guttural growl.

"How are you feeling?"

"Forget it." Luca frowned.

"Are you ready to walk?"

Luca nodded hesitantly.

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Once they reached the street itself, Street helped Luca sit down on the stairs up to one of the buildings.

"How bad is it?"

"Think I broke it…"

"Well, duh…" Street rolled his eyes, "I meant, where? Just above the wrist and your upper arm? Or are there more to worry about?"

"Dunno…" Luca inhaled sharply, "Wrist feels odd. Might've torn something in my elbow? Shoulder feels like it's been out, but I think it slipped back in…"

"So it is to be considered FUBAR?"

Luca nodded, "Effed up beyond all recognition."

"We should take a good look at it. You okay if I slice up the sleeve."

"As long as I can move it as little as possible."

Street nodded as he took his knife from the holster. "How's the rest of you feeling? How's your head? Neck?"

"My arm broke most of the fall." Luca closed his eyes hard, "Only other part I can tell hurts right now is my left knee. The suspect kicked me in it before I went out the window. Hondo might need help up there."

A triple set of double taps pierced the semi-silence.

Luca's eyes shot open.

"Hondo!" Luca instinctively attempted to lift his hand to activate his microphone, but ended up curling into a growling ball.

Street nodded and five seconds later he smiled, "Hondo's all good, Luca…"

"Good." Luca said between gasps, "Why didn't I hear him?"

"I think your earpiece's out…" Street smirked and lifted the earpiece into Luca's field of view, "Now, back to your arm."

Luca nodded.

"Are you okay with laying in that position?"

Luca nodded, "It's not the worst."

"Do you want to sit back up?"

"No."

"Okay." Street nodded and started unbuttoning the cuff, before he carefully started slicing up the sleeve. Then stopping right before he reached the elbow. He had exposed the first obvious break, the ulna or the radius piercing through the skin. "I'm going to cover that one up, okay?"

"How bad is it?" Luca had chosen to cover his eyes with his opposite forearm.

"Open fracture above your wrist. Not sure which bone it is. Looks a bit like it could be both bones."

"Is it crooked?"

"Yeah."

"Felt like it was." Luca sighed. "Does it bleed a lot?"

"No." Street shook his head as he ripped open a package of non-stick sterile compresses, and an elastic gauze. Then he put on some clean plastic gloves. "I think it's your upper arm that's bleeding."

Luca nodded slightly.

Street placed one of the compresses over the wound itself, then he started wrapping it up with the elastic. "This dressing isn't pretty, but it'll be a clean layer against the wound."

Luca nodded.

"Can you feel your hand? Your fingers?"

"I think so…"

Street let the back of his index run against Luca's fingers, starting with the thumb "Feel that?"

"Yeah." Luca nodded, "Sorta painful."

Street moved on to the next finger, "And that?"

"Still feel it, but nowhere as painful."

Street nodded and continued, the next couple of fingers had feeling, but weren't too painful.

The pinky finger was.

"F*** that felt like touching an electric fence! At the bear pen, at the zoo!" Luca cried out as he regained the ability to speak coherently again.

"Okay…" Street nodded, "I'm going to slice up the rest of your sleeve now."

Luca nodded.

Street started cutting the fabric, and didn't stop before he had uncovered Luca's entire shoulder."Did they have knives?"

"What?"

"Knives? Did the suspect use a knife?"

Luca closed his eyes as he thought back.

"Or anything else sharp…" Street added as he placed another compress on a wound. "Your upper arm is obviously broken, but I don't think it was an open fracture…"

"Obviously broken?"

"It's shorter, and a little angled."

"Okay."

"Wound looks more like it was from a knife or something slicing across."

"I think I had a close encounter with a vase…"

"Glass vase?"

"Yeah."

"Broken?"

"Definitely was afterwards…"

"Okay. -I need to be able to wrap some gauze around your arm, think you could move it a bit out from your body?"

Luca pressed air past his lips, then he met Street's eyes, "You're going to have to help me back to a sitting position."

"Okay, I can do that." Then he paused again, obviously listening to the comms, "They're all done up there."

"Good."

Then he activated his mic, "Good job, Luca's down here. Messed up his arm pretty good in the fall."

Street listened to the reply for ten seconds or so."

"Broken in at least two places. Some bleeding. Moderate or severe pain, by the looks of him."

"Nah, I'm good."

"Luca, you told me not to overreact, but there's a lot of space between overreacting and not reacting at all." Street narrowed his eyes on his older buddy, "Your arm looks pretty bad, and you are in pain."

Then Street spoke into the mic again, "Could be nice to have one of you down here to help me."

Then a few seconds passed as someone answered again.

"Super, see you in a bit."

"Who's coming?"

"Hondo." Street smiled, "Deacon's keeping an eye on the suspects."

Then someone came around the corner, "Heard you ran into some trouble…"

Luca glanced over, "Chris!"

"How are you doing Luca?"

"Hurts like hell…"

"Think you can help me support his arm once he's seated?"

Chris nodded, and hunched down in front of Luca, "You want some help sitting up, tough guy?"

"Yeah."

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"There, all patched up." Street winked, "Think we'll be able to move your elbow so that we can put you in a sling?"

Luca glanced down.

"What do you think?" Chris asked behind him, rubbing a hand against his good shoulder.

"-We could try…" Luca sighed, "But I'm not sure it'll work."

Street nodded, and cradled Luca's forearm. "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be…"

Street hadn't moved Luca's arm an inch before he started 'tapping out' with his good hand.

"Stop?"

Luca nodded, and Street placed his arm where it had been rested earlier.

"You want us to call for an ambulance?"

"No, I'll just ride to the hospital with you guys." Luca glanced down at his arm, "I'm not unable to move, I'm not actively bleeding out or dying… I don't need an ambulance."

Street nodded.

"We should probably call ahead to the hospital and let them know you're coming."

Luca nodded slightly.

"Do you want to sit up front, or in the back?" Street asked as he nodded towards Black Betty.

"Front." Luca answered quietly, "But you're going to have to clip me in."

Street nodded, "Sure thing."

"And whoever's driving her will have to drive SMOOTH!"

"Sure!"

Alright, hope you enjoyed.