23A/N: Thanks so much to everyone who has supported this fic! We've reached the final chapter. Will Sonny survive? And if so, will he be changing careers to sling webs and kick bad guy butt? Read on to find out!
Sonny felt like he'd been hit by a truck. His throat was raw and his chest ached. The sharp smell of antiseptic in his nose told him he wasn't at home and the hum of machinery nearby made him think he might want to wake up and figure out what the hell was going on.
He forced his eyes open, squinting against the brightness of his hospital room. Right. Spider bite. As soon as the memory hit him he lifted the neck of his hospital gown in a panic to look inside. He breathed a sigh of relief. Little Sonny was still attached and looked able to report for duty.
A glance further down told him his foot might be in worse shape. It was elevated at the end of the bed, wrapped in layers of white bandages. But that was still attached too so it couldn't be too bad right?
There was oxygen flowing into his nose and a couple of IV's stuck in his arm. He squinted up at the bags. Morphine. Saline. Something he didn't recognize but looked more poisonous than helpful. Although he supposed if that were the case Trent probably would have taken care of it by now.
It was Clay who appeared in the doorway first, smiling at the sight of Sonny's open eyes. "Hey there Spiderman," he said. "Feeling the urge to leap some tall buildings in a single bound?"
"Maybe tomorrow," Sonny said. He swallowed hard and Clay handed him a cup of water. "What the hell happened back there?"
"How much of it do you remember?"
"Puking my guts out. Feeling like my leg was gonna fall off. I remember Trent telling me to breathe. That's about all I got."
"Well we hauled your sorry ass out of that jungle. And then you uh, you stopped breathing there for a second Sonny." Clay's smile dimmed a bit. "Trent did CPR. Probably lucky he can bench press a horse."
"Prob'ly," Sonny said quietly a hand going to rub at his chest. It was tender and bruised and he'd never felt more grateful for his team. That Trent had managed to keep him alive without even cracking any of his ribs was more than impressive. He owed that man several beers.
"Blackburn sent in a few trucks. They got us out of there pretty damn fast. And here we are," Clay said.
"Yeah for how long?"
"Until your foot stops looking like a bratwurst," Trent said, stepping into the room followed by the rest of the team. "You are one lucky son of a bitch, you know that? You should be dead right now." He looked serious. Sonny had clearly given them all a good scare.
"Yeah, well, gotta keep you guys on your toes," he quipped trying to lighten the mood. He looked down at his foot. "Although guess I won't be on mine for a bit."
"Nah, you'll be out of here in no time," Ray said. "Take more than one little spider to keep Sonny Quinn down."
"Damn straight." Sonny cleared his throat. "You know I'm not one to get all sentimental but, thank you guys for what you all did. I appreciate it."
"We all come home," Jason said firmly. "Always."
Sonny nodded. His brothers had made sure of it once again and for that he was forever grateful. Even if he was going to endure Spiderman jokes for the rest of time.
After they left he dozed, flipped channels, and then laid there completely bored out of his mind. His body hurt, but not nearly as badly as it had twenty-four hours ago. He was seriously contemplating just sneaking out when Lisa appeared, sparing him from his misery. "You're an idiot," she said, leaning against the doorframe.
"Well hey there Davis, that's no way to treat an invalid."
She smirked and came to sit by his bed, kicking her feet up next to his. "Invalid my ass. You could walk outta here on your own two feet right now and you know it."
"Ya got me. Just playing it up for some sympathy." He eyed her mischievously. "Is it working?"
She shook her head. "Nah."
"Damn it."
Her face turned a little more sober, her eyes searching his. "That was a little close there for comfort. You really doing all right?"
Sonny shifted so his thigh muscles would stop cramping. "Yeah, I'm good. Been through far worse than one little spider bite. Who needs to breathe anyway?"
"Uh, you do," she pointed out.
"Nah. I'm a SEAL. I can hold my breath for an hour if I need to."
"Ha! All right buddy. Clearly the brain damage is severe."
The doctor entered the room and introduced himself. "I'll just wait outside," Lisa said, stepping away to give them privacy.
Sonny almost protested, almost said she didn't have to go, but that would be ridiculous. He was a big boy, he could handle this conversation by himself.
"You're looking good there Petty Officer," the doctor said. "You're a pretty rare case you know. Not too many people have such a bad reaction to a Brazilian Wandering Spider. We might even put you down in the books."
"Ya hear that? I'm one for the books," Sonny said loudly so Lisa could hear out in the hallway. She just smiled and rolled her eyes.
"You're very fortunate. We don't anticipate any permanent damage. The swelling should recede within the next twenty-four hours and everything should be back to normal."
Sonny glanced at Lisa again and lowered his voice a bit. "Doc, by everything you do mean, everything, right? Like…all my bits and pieces? If you know what I'm saying?" He nodded his head down the bed fore emphasis.
The doctor suppressed a smile. "Yes, all your…bits and pieces will be fully functional. There are no records of long term adverse sides effects on male genitalia."
Sonny let out a relieved breath. "Well that's a relief. My foot I can live without. The other guy…not so much."
"No need to worry. I'll be back to check on you later. If all is going well we should be able to send you home tomorrow."
"Thanks Doc," Sonny said as he left the room and Lisa came back in.
"Well?" she asked. "What's the prognosis? Are you going to be slinging webs and fighting bad guys? Do I need to go find you some spandex?"
"I'll still be fighting baddies, but doc says I'll have to do it without the super powers."
"Damn. Some superpowers would have been pretty sexy."
He cracked a grin. "Oh yeah?"
"Mmhmm," she nodded and smiled back.
Sonny's heart did a weird little flip. "You flirting with me Davis?" he teased.
"With you? Sorry Sonny, not even a near-death experience could make that happen," she said.
But she'd hesitated just a second too long, did that thing where she swallowed and then her eyes didn't quite meet his. The things she did when she was nervous. He was making her nervous?
"So," she changed the subject, "they springing you tomorrow?"
"That's the word on the street," Sonny told her. "Unless I decide to make an early exit."
"You're going to keep your ass right there in that bed until the doctors say you're good to go," she said, her face serious. "Almost lost you once. We're not doing that again. From now on you wear your boots at all times. Hiking. Running. Showering. Sleeping. All of it."
"Yes ma'am." He sent her a mock salute.
"Good." She patted his shoulder. "I'll let you get some rest. Don't you even think about getting out of here without permission. I've got my eye on you Quinn."
"Davis!" he called when she reached the door. "Thanks for coming by."
She smiled and then gave him the sign for 'I'm watching you" before she walked out.
Sonny leaned back against the pillows a lazy grin on his face. Davis was the one who'd put it there. That was interesting. Maybe someday soon he'd think about that a little bit more.
He looked down at his hand and curled it into the Spiderman position and then flicked it toward the wall. Nothing happened. He sighed. Oh well. It never hurt to try.
A/N: I debated a lot about where to put this timeline wise as far as the Sonny/Lisa relationship and finally decided on early days. Just those first flickerings of something. Hoping to explore that more in the future! Thanks again for reading and leave your love in the reviews!
