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Daniel had come to realise that Johnny was a bit of a bad influence on him.
Or was he a bad influence on Johnny? He couldn't say for certain, after all it was Daniel who'd suggested they spend Saturday evening drinking together at Miyagi-Do.
“Man, this place is dangerous,” Johnny said, as he tottered across the decking. “Stones everywhere. A pond the kids could drown in. Big ass statues that could split my head open if I fell on them.”
“Maybe if you hadn't drunk so much you'd be OK,” Daniel said with a laugh.
“Yeah, and who's fault is that, huh?” Johnny asked, as he sat down next to Daniel. “I only brought two six packs of beer. You brought the Whiskey.”
“Hey, I don't recall holding you down and forcing Whiskey down your throat,” Daniel said with a grin. “You managed that all by yourself.”
“Yeah, but you were the one who had another bottle delivered with that fancy app thing on your phone,” Johnny said.
“Fancy app thing?” Daniel asked. “It was literally Uber Eats. I thought you worked for them.”
“Maybe,” Johnny said, as he flopped back on the decking. “I just know something pops up and tells me where to go.”
“And you just obey it?” Daniel asked. “Even though you're actually not sure what it is?”
“They give me money for driving to random places,” Johnny replied.
“I'm sure there's a bit more to it than that,” Daniel said with a chuckle.
“Yeah, it's a tough job,” Johnny replied. “I've lost count of how many beer cans I've pissed in 'cause you hardly get a break between rides.”
“That's disgusting, Johnny,” Daniel groaned. “You handle people's food.”
“Yeah, why do you think I didn't drink straight from the Whiskey bottle you had delivered?” Johnny asked with a grin. “You never know where that guy's hands have been today.”
“Oh god,” Daniel replied, looking disdainfully at the bottle in his hands.
“And talking of piss, I definitely need one,” Johnny said, as he stood up.
“Can you bring me back some wipes from the bathroom?” Daniel asked, as he rubbed his hands against his pants.
“Oh, I wasn't planning on going to the bathroom,” Johnny said, as he walked towards the balance wheel.
“Don't you dare piss in my pond!” Daniel shrieked.
“Man, you are such a buzz kill, LaRusso,” Johnny said, as he stopped. “Me pissing in it would just add a little bit of extra water to a pond already full of water.”
“Water that we fall in,” Daniel said.
“That you fall in,” Johnny replied, as he turned. “Some of us are so awesome that we don't fall in any more.”
Johnny stepped across the stones by the side of the pond, his foot landing awkwardly on one of the stones that was still wet from the class earlier. He threw his arms into the air as he lost his balance and fell to the grass heavily with a shout.
“Oh shit!” Daniel said, as he stood and rushed across the garden.
He stood over Johnny who was still laid on his back groaning, and asked, “Are you OK? You didn't hit your head did you?”
“What was I just saying about all the rocks around here, huh?” Johnny asked as he sat up. “This place is a death trap.”
“Says you, who used to train in abandoned warehouse full of black mould,” Daniel replied as he crouched. “Did you hurt yourself?”
“My leg hurts a bit,” Johnny replied.
“You've probably scraped the skin off it,” Daniel said, as he moved down to Johnny's feet. “Which one?”
“The left one,” Johnny replied.
“I should go inside and get the first aid kit,” Daniel said, as he started to pull up Johnny's gi pants leg. “Get a band aid for your little boo-boo.”
“Oh ha-ha,” Johnny said bitterly.
“I'm pretty sure I've got some Barbie band aids in there,” Daniel said with a chuckle, then his laugh died as he reached the injury.
“Oh, Johnny...” Daniel said. He stopped, his eyes flicking up towards Johnny's face as he pulled the leg of the pants down again.
“What is it, man?” Johnny asked.
“I don't think you should look,” Daniel replied. “I mean, I regret looking and it didn't even happen to me.”
“I need to see it,” Johnny said. “I can handle it.”
“OK,” Daniel replied, then he gingerly inched the black cotton back up again.
“Oh,” Johnny said, as he looked down at the bone that was sticking out of his lower leg. He looked up at Daniel and said, “Yeah, I think I'm gonna need a lot more Whiskey.”
Daniel jumped up and grabbed the bottle, then hurried back over to Johnny and handed it to him.
“Oh, wait,” Daniel said. “I'll get your glass.”
“No need,” Johnny said, as he unscrewed the cap and brought the bottle to his lips, chugging it down in big gulps.
“But what about the delivery guy's germs?”
“Piss germs are the least of my worries right now, LaRusso,” Johnny said, then he raised the bottle again and gulped more down.
“Hey, don't drink it all,” Daniel said, as he reached out a hand.
Johnny reluctantly handed him the bottle, and Daniel brought it to his own lips and downed a few gulps.
“Hey!” Johnny complained. “Save some for the actual injured guy.”
“I'm in shock too,” Daniel snapped back. “You've got no idea what it's like, seeing something like this.”
“Pretty sure I'm seeing it and feeling it,” Johnny replied as he snatched the bottle back.
“What are we going to do?” Daniel asked, as he crouched down and looked at the wound.
Johnny was quiet for a moment as he assessed the situation, then he said, “You need to pull on my foot so the bones snap back into place. I've seen people do it in movies. ”
“Isn't that for dislocated bones?” Daniel asked.
“Well, this is basically dislocated,” Johnny said, holding out a hand towards his leg. “The bone should be inside my leg, but it's outside. So it's in the wrong location, right?”
“Makes sense,” Daniel said with a shrug, then he grabbed the bottle and took another swig of Whiskey.
“OK, so you get hold of my foot, you snap the bone back in, and then I can walk to the car and you can drive me home,” Johnny said. “I've got a few bandages back at my place so I'll be fine once I get there.”
“OK,” Daniel replied, as he screwed the lid back on the bottle.
He moved down towards Johnny's feet, creeping across the grass on his hands and knees, then let out a sharp gasp.
Johnny looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
“Sorry, I knelt on a stone and it really hurt,” Daniel replied.
Johnny rolled his eyes, then said, “OK so get hold of my foot and give it one long steady pull.”
“OK,” Daniel replied, as he took hold of Johnny's shoe.
“Are we doing it on three?” Johnny asked.
“OK,” Daniel said. “One, two, three... and PULL!”
Daniel pulled as hard as he could. Johnny was screaming, and Daniel seemed to be flying as the world tumbled around him, then he landed with a loud crack against the edge of the decking.
Daniel let out a howling scream as pain shot up his arm, and he reached out, furiously rubbing at his elbow.
“Oh my god!” Daniel said, wiping tears from his eyes.
“Hit your funny bone, huh?” Johnny asked.
“It's not so funny to me,” Daniel said, still rubbing his elbow. “You have no idea how much this hurts!”
“Oh really?” Johnny asked angrily as he reached for the Whiskey bottle. “What kind of idiot can't pull someone's foot?”
“What kind of idiot asks someone to pull their foot while wearing slip-on Vans?” Daniel asked, as he threw the loose shoe over towards Johnny.
Johnny took a long gulp of the Whiskey, then asked, “What are we going to do, man?”
“We need to call someone,” Daniel said.
“Yeah, but who?” Johnny asked.
“Amanda,” Daniel said triumphantly. “She'll know what to do.”
“Yeah, she's smart,” Johnny replied. “She'll know how to fix it.”
Daniel pulled out his phone and brought up his contacts list. He clicked onto Amanda's name, then put the phone on speaker.
“Hey, honey, What's up?” Amanda asked. “Are you boys having a good time?”
“Hey, Amanda,” Daniel said. “You're on speaker phone. Johnny is here with me.”
“Hi, Johnny,” Amanda asked. “Is everything OK?”
“We think Johnny's broken his leg,” Daniel replied.
“Broken his leg?” Amanda asked. “Are you sure it isn't just a sprain?”
Daniel leaned over and snapped a photo, then quickly sent it to Amanda. “Pretty sure it's broken.”
“Oh dear god,” Amanda said. “I think I'm going to be sick.”
“Yeah, it doesn't feel great either,” Johnny replied with a chuckle.
“Why are you calling me?” Amanda asked. “It's definitely broken. Johnny needs to go to the emergency room right now!”
“We thought you'd know what we should do,” Daniel said.
“Yeah, you're really smart,” Johnny said.
“Wait, so Johnny's broken his leg and you dumbasses decided to ring me instead of calling 911?” Amanda asked.
“911!” Daniel said triumphantly. “That's the number I was trying to think of!”
“I knew she'd know,” Johnny said with a smile.
“Thanks, Amanda,” Daniel said. “We'll call 911 now.”
“OK, Daniel, honey. Will you do me a big favour?” Amanda asked.
“Absolutely,” Daniel said.
“Will you drink some water before the ambulance shows up?” she said.
“Of course I will,” Daniel said as he hit end call, then dropped his phone onto the decking and picked up the Whiskey bottle.
“Man, she's a great,” Johnny said.
“She really is,” Daniel said as he unscrewed the cap of the bottle.
“How did you manage to get a chick like her, huh?” Johnny asked. “You really married above your station there.”
Daniel took a drink of the Whiskey, then wiped the back of his mouth. He smiled and said, “Pure luck. I was friends with her cousin back in '85, and she introduced us.”
“Man, if my friends from '85 had introduced me to any of their cousin's my life would have been so different,” Johnny said.
“Oh yeah?” Daniel asked, as he passed Johnny the bottle.
Johnny nodded, then took a swig of the Whiskey. He grinned and said, “Yeah, Dutch's cousin Lynn went down for shooting her husband in the dick after he cheated on her.”
Daniel let out a cackling laugh. “You had a lucky escape there.”
“Where is this ambulance?” Johnny asked. “It's taking forever.”
Daniel picked up his phone, then let out a cackle. “I forgot to call 911.”
“You dipshit,” Johnny said with a laugh.
Thankfully it turned out that as soon as she came off the phone Amanda had called an ambulance, which was great because when Daniel phoned he couldn't remember the address of Miyagi-Do.
“It's down a really long track,” Daniel said. “And there's an oil well right outside. You can't miss it.”
“Sir, sir!” the dispatch person said at the other end of the line. “I need more information than that.”
“Nah, you'll be fine,” Daniel slurred. “I've been coming here since I was a kid, so I know the way.”
The ambulance and a fire truck arrived just a few minutes after Daniel ended his call, and the paramedics came across the garden, carrying a yellow thing that looked like a surf board.
“What's that?” Daniel asked, as the paramedic set it down.
“It's a back board so we can carry him out of here,” the paramedic said. “It's rough ground, and we can't get a gurney in here with all this decking.”
“Told you this place was a death trap,” Johnny said, looking up at him.
“You're not dead,” Daniel replied. “Stop exaggerating.”
The paramedics asked a few details, Johnny's name, and what happened, if he had any allergies or if his back or neck hurt.
“It's just my leg,” Johnny said. “My back's fine.”
Both paramedics knelt on the grass, as one opened their kit and produced a pair of scissors.
“Oh, hey these are my favourite gi pants,” Jonny protested, as the paramedic cut up the side of them.
“Sorry, Johnny, but they need to come off,” the paramedic said.
“You could at least buy me a drink first,” Johnny replied with a grin.
“Yeah, I'm pretty sure you don't need another drink,” one of the paramedics said with a grin as she worked.
“It's a good job I brought my own then,” Johnny said, as he pulled out the Whiskey bottle and started to unscrew the cap.
“Sir, if you keep drinking I won't be able to give you any pain relief,” the other paramedic said. “I'm going to need to reset and splint your leg, and that's going to hurt.”
“OK,” Johnny said, as he unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a big gulp of the amber liquid. He wiped his mouth and said, “Better keep drinking if it's going to hurt.”
“Johnny, no,” Daniel said taking the bottle out of his hands. He raised it to his own lips, took a long swig, then said, “You need to do what the paramedics say.”
The paramedics were deep in discussion and Daniel was starting to feel like the Earth was spinning too fast. He let the almost empty bottle slide to the floor, and reached down grabbing hold of the long grass and winding it through his fingers to stop himself floating away.
“We need to reset your leg for transport now, Jonny,” the paramedic said. “I need you to lay back and keep breathing steadily as I pull.”
“OK,” Johnny said, as he laid back in the grass.
Daniel moved round on his knees so he was by Johnny's head. He reached over and took hold of his hand, gently rubbing his other hand across it.
“It's going to be OK,” Daniel said as he held Johnny's hand. “Just squeeze my hand if you need to.”
“OK, man,” Johnny said.
“Just breathe with me like this,” Daniel said, as he pipped out a few breaths.
“What the hell, man?” Johnny asked, looking up at him. “I'm not giving birth.”
“OK, here we go,” the paramedic said, then they pulled on Johnny's foot.
Johnny let out a loud scream as the bones snapped back into position, and he gripped Daniel's hand tightly.
“That's it,” the paramedic said, as they wrapped the splint round Johnny's leg. “It's all done.”
“Um,” Daniel said. “Have you got room in the back of that ambulance for two?”
“Yeah, you can come with us,” the paramedic said.
“No, I mean to treat two?” Daniel asked, as he held up his mangled hand.
“Oh, shit, did I do that?” Johnny asked, as he looked at Daniel's fingers that were bent at unnatural angles.
Daniel nodded sheepishly, afraid he'd cry if he actually opened his mouth.
“You want this?” Johnny asked, holding out the Whiskey bottle.
“Yeah,” Daniel replied, as he reached out and took it with his good hand. “I think I do.”