A/N: This story started as completely different story, however the muse ran off to paradise. Where ever that is. :) You guys are in for a treat this weekend because I am going to try to update my other stories, as a way to celebrate. :) If you want to know what I am celebrating you can pm me:)
Thanks to my loyal readers:)
Please don't forget to R&R
Disclaimer: As much as I'd love to own the Reagans, I don't...*sad face* just kidding.
In the fifteen years that they had been together, she had lost track of how many times she took up residence of the local emergency room. Some times were worse than others. Some consisted of a concussion, and others she spent reciting her rosary in the chapel, praying that her husband would wake up. Most of the visits were a result of Danny's job as a detective.
This one however wasn't supposed to happen. Danny and his brother Jamie were on their way to a guy's weekend. However they never made it. As she sits in the waiting of an unfamiliar hospital, she prays. Asking for help to get her through this, asking to not take away her rock or one of her best friends. She prays for grace and she prays for strength. Knowing that is the only way she is going to get through it.