Brain

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Traumatic brain injury from his time overseas - slurred speech, unable to walk without a cane

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"I don't want the retard in my unit, he's useless" Sergeant Kilh growled

"Well we have to put him somewhere" Commander June growled back, looking over at Sergeant Fend

"Don't look at me, I'm not taking him" he laughed

"I will" a rough spoke from the back of the room

Everyone turned to see Hank Voight leaning against the entrance to the commanders office, a smirk on his face as usual. The commander nodded and handed Hank a file which he decided to read once he got back to ghe Bull Pen.

"He'll be at the 21st this afternoon" the commander said

"Great" Hank spoke, walking out the office and down to his truck

The drive back to the district was a quick one, parking up he grabbed the thick file and made his way upstairs. The rest of the team were working silently and ignored their Sergeant as he walked in.

Opening the file, he was met with the smiling face of Lueitenant Jay Halstead. Flicking the file he felt slightly irritated that the ither CPD units didn't want this veteran.

His shooting skills were that of elite, and his soeed of negotiating was also something that Intelligence was in desperate need of. Flicking through again, he saw the notes of the i juries and how it had happened.

The man had been in a ambush; IED exploding and killing his whole unit apart from him. The man had suffered a crushed knee cap, a shattered wrist as well as two skull fractures.

Underneath all that was photos of his injuries; scars in all sizes littered his back, front, face, with the biggest one being on his left wrist. His face was no stern and cold, no light in his eyes either.

On the next page, Hank saw notes from the pysio who had been dealing with the war veteran. It was a lot, the fractures to his skills meant that he had slurred speech, couldn't write and struggled with his emotions.

His shattered knee cap had left him with a limp and issues with his balance, he couldn't walk without a cane and it was noted he was undteady on his feet.

The damage on the shattered wrist meant he had a constant tremor in his hand, but it had been noted that as it was not his doninant hand it wasn't an issue. In small writing there was a note to say he could still shoot a gun, one handed but nothing heavier than a 9mm which for a sniper meant career ending.

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It was now 1200hrs, and Trudy had just stepped back onto the main desk in the 21st District after having her lunch. She logged back into her computer, and looked up when she heard the tapping if a metal cane on the steps.

She was met with a shakey form, who was gripping the cane tightly, while he looked around the district, a tired smile on his face. The man staggered over to the desk, pain all over his face.

"Can I help you?" Trudy asked, eyeing the man who looked that he was about to collapse

"Halstead, for Hank" the man slurred

"Ahh yes, do follow me, are you good with stairs?" Trudy asked

"Mmmm" was all she got in reply

Jay started the slow walk up the stairs, stumbling slightly so Trudy quickly took his weaker arm in hers to guide him while he held onto the banister tightly.

Small grunts were leaving yhe war veterans mouth, eyes closed tightly as he tried to keep his breathing steady. Once at the top, he thanked Trudy by nodding his head while he took in what was in front of him.

"Jay Halstead, please come to my office" Hank said, smiling at the trembling man

"Sir" Jay slurred out, moving slowly towards the office, his bad leg dragging slightly after the walk up the stairs

"Sit son" Hank siad, motioning to the soft chairs in had in his office

Jay sat down, a sigh if relief leaving his mouth at how all his pain shifted away to just a dull ache which was much more manageable than what it had been.

"So, you're going to be working for Intelligence now, your skills are what I need" Hank reported

"But my brain is weird" Jay slurred out, lifting his trembling hand to wipe his eyes

"A good weird, you're still able to shoot, and we can continue therapy for your leg" Hank shrugged, refusing to let Jay let himself down

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