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"Oh, I'll stitch you up without waiting for the anaesthetic next time then." Guppy says, rolling his eyes.

He sorts out Gene's wound with neat stitches. He's good at what he does, and there shouldn't be more than a tiny scar when it heals.

"You need to lay off the booze tonight as well. Same reason I gave him. Booze equals more bleeding, more swelling, more pain, longer recovery time."

He picks up the scanner. "Now, you've seen it on Travis so you know it doesn't hurt, so are you going to let me scan you and make sure you've got nothing nasty going on?"

He tuts at being told not to drink (never going to happen) and assumes they're done.

But then Guppy picks up the scanner. He takes one look at it and something inside him twists; he shoots to his feet and without thinking, a single fist is raised in threat.

'I told you to keep it away from me. Try it an' you'll be findin' bits of your teeth on th' floor for the next week.'

Guppy, who has the advantage of not having an injured knee, is startled into dropping the scanner (fortunately not hard enough to break it). But he's got his hands up ready to block if necessary.

"Knock it off, you pillock!" he says. "I was asking you if you'd let me, not forcing it on you. Now sit back down, or I'll call Belar back and watch with pleasure as he turns you into something fluffy and demeaning."

He'd tell him to put it down, much like he'd tell a blagger to drop a gun. But the bloke's dropped it, so it's alright. Still, he holds his stance for a moment longer, glaring all the time, until he's sure the danger has passed. Then his shoulders relax and he drops his fist, looking down before perching back on the edge of the bed.

'We done?'

Travis is not amused with any of this.

"JESUS, MAN. CALM THE FUCK DOWN, WOULD YOU?" he squawks.

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Guppy, with some difficulty, held his defensive stance until Gene dropped it, hoping that now they're on better terms it's something he'd not carry out. But he does look rather relieved when Gene gets back on the bed. He picks the scanner up.

"No, you need your knee strapping up. And I can give you some pain relief, if you promise not to drink tonight. Otherwise you're going to knacker your liver and believe it or not, you'll miss that when it's gone. I'm not keeping you in though; I don't imagine you'd stay and frankly, I'm not babysitting the two of you together in here all night. If you don't want a head scan, you get the head injuries leaflet and discharged."

He sets about strapping Gene's knee up, and gives him some crutches.

"Don't walk on it for at least five days." he says, hoping that this will make Gene obay for at least two or three.

'Oh, shut up, Daffy,' he snaps at Travis, without looking at him.

Guppy gets an incredulous stare.

'You are jokin' me?!'

How the bloody hell is he supposed to stay off it for five days? Crutches? Not a bloody chance.

He gets up and tests the strapping by bending it, then lets the crutches dangle from his hand as he limps out, putting a fag between his lips.

'I'll see ya.'

It's directed at Guppy because Travis isn't really worth bothering about right now.

Travis just laughs at this.

"WHAT A TWAT," he says. He doesn't care if Gene does hear him.

"Well try at least two then!" Guppy calls after him. Idiot. Going to do himself more damage if he's not careful.

He goes back to Travis.

"What was all that about then?" he asks, perching on the end of the bed.

"JUST FINISHING WHAT HE STARTED THE OTHER WEEK," Travis says. "SO, HIS KNEE'S PRETTY KNACKERED, THEN?"

He sounds rather hopeful about this.

"Medical confidentiality." Guppy says.

"You were warning me off him the other day. You go around picking fights with someone like that around here, sooner or later you'll get hurt properly."

"I WAS WARNING YOU OFF HIM BECAUSE HE'S A HOMOPHOBIC TWAT WHO TRIED TO DO ME IN A FEW WEEKS AGO."

He doesn't seem to care that this version of Gene had no idea about that whole sticky business until well after the fight had been broken up.

"And I'm thankful. But you should have told Security." Guppy says. "That's what they're for. Now you've gone and thumped him, he's got off."

"AND NOW HE KNOWS THAT IF HE DOES IT AGAIN, I'LL HAVE HIS HEAD IN."

Sane logic apparently does not apply.

"I thought you were supposed to be a copper?" Guppy says. "Is this how you handle crime, going around kicking people's heads in? Can't imagine Nick'd be very impressed."

He crosses his arms over his chest, apparently not impressed with Guppy bringing Nicholas into this.

"IT'S NOT REALLY THE SAME THING, IS IT?" he asks.

Guppy sighs.

"I'm not trying to have a go at you. I was more concerned."

Besides which, it was only a short time ago that he took Alex home; otherwise the toddler would have seen two adults he sort of looks up to fighting like idiots.

"I'M FINE," Travis insists distantly. He looks away from Guppy, making it clear that this conversation is over.

A few moments later, Nicholas cautiously peers in from the door, and when he sees Travis, he sighs and drags his hand down his face.

Well, at least Travis is conscious, which is a lot more than Nicholas had been expecting.

Guppy glances over.

"Come in, Nicholas. He'll live."

Nicholas does, carrying a small overnight bag. He casts Guppy a nervous sort of glance before turning his attention back to Travis.

"I'm not helping you this time," he declares simply.

"GOOD," Travis says. "I DON'T WANT YOU TO."

Nicholas, rather started at Travis sounding like some cockney cartoon duck, gives Guppy a questioning look.

Guppy looks nervously back at Nick. His nose still has dark bruising over it, not fully concealed by the hypoallergenic make-up he put on it.

"Belar." he says to Nicholas. "He needs to stay in for observation but he'll be able to go tomorrow."

Nicholas rather avoids making any mention of the last time he and Guppy spoke, instead determined to forget the whole embarrassing ordeal ever happened.

He does nod slightly at the explanation, though.

"Make sure he stays," he says. "I'm not sure if it could be arranged, but I'd rather he not even go home until everything's properly healed."

This is not what Travis wanted to hear. "YOU DO NOT GET TO MAKE MY DECISIONS FOR ME," he spat.

"No, I rather think you lost your ability to make your own decisions when you attacked a superior officer," Nicholas said, trying desperately to keep his calm.

"I can't force him to stay." Guppy says, edging away from the pair of them.

He's rapidly losing trust in anyone from the police.

"Look, Travis... do you really want to go out there and have everyone hear you quacking? Just stay here, have a kip and a free dinner, make sure you're not going to keel over in a few hours."

Nicholas sighs, wishing he knew how his evening had ended up like this.

"Not to mention the investigation that would likely occur when Sergeant Clarke sees you like this," Nicholas says. "You cannot show up to the station looking like this."

Travis just ignores him.

Guppy watches, tense.

He reverts to his all-purpose contingency plan.

"Let's calm down and have a cup of tea. Decaf for Nicholas, Travis, how do you take it?"