A/N: The first sentence of this story was meant for something completely different. I know I have other stories that need to be worked on...And I fully intended to...

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His family meant the world to him. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for either of his siblings. His sons always brought him joy, yet also fear that he wasn't able to be as much a part of their lives as he wanted too.

His wife was his rock. She was the one who was able to calm him, the one who gave him a shoulder to cry on, and the one to rant to about his family or work, the one person in his life who really knew and understood him. Danny always told Linda that he would do everything in his power to come home to her and their family. He also would tell her that he would protect with everything that he had.

And yet here he sat next to a bed in the ICU at St. Vincent, his hand clinched around her smaller, petite hand. He knows there are tears streaming down his face, but he doesn't bother to wipe them away. Danny is almost afraid to look up to see the damage that the attacker had done to his beautiful wife. He vows to kill the person responsible for this if he was ever placed in the same room. Right now all that matters is the steady rise and fall of her chest and the constant beep of the monitor. All he wants to see is her beautiful gracing her face and tell him she loves him.