He stopped at the threshold of her hospital room door. She looked so pale and small. The side of her face had a huge cut on it, and was swollen and bruised.
The explosion had rocked down town Brooklyn, a gas line exploding merely blocks away from her apartment building.
The second he heard the call come over the radio, he began panicking. He jumped out of bed, threw on his clothes, grabbing his badge and keys and jumped on his bike heading towards her apartment.
No one knew what had caused the explosion. Was it another attack? A collision of some sort? An earthquake?
Lindsay's building hadn't been attended yet. He got to the front door, and couldn't get in. He ran to the nearest fire truck, telling them that a cop lived inside and they needed to check on her. One of their crews went to work on getting inside when Danny remembered the fire escape. He climbed the steps as fast as he could, praying to whoever was I charge of watching over his fucked up life, that she was okay. When he got to her window he tried opening it but had no luck, so he backed up shielded his face and kicked the window in.
"Lindsay!"
He heard nothing so he searched her apartment, calling her name checking every room. "Honey! Lindsay, baby!"
He found her in the bathroom in the shower stall. Seeing her naked on the floor bleeding profusely scared the shit out of him. The force from the blast so hard that it threw her forward, making her hit her head on the tile. Quickly he checked her pulse, thanking whoever was watching over her for keeping her alive. Quickly dressing her he carried her down the stairs to the awaiting paramedics.
He cautiously made his way over to her hospital bed, pushing her hair off her face, he bent down kissing her forehead gently, he took her hand twining their fingers, "I love you, Montana. Don't you ever think otherwise."