well hello there
well this was not expected
i started with a oneshot - that failed
i had a totally different plot - that failed
it was goin to be a very happy story - that failed
as usual this is for rachy :) i love that girl :) and for any future reviewers hint hint
anyway!
ON WITH THE STORY
oh n i dont own anythin but Anya the doc and other future people(keep your mits of they belong to me HAHAHAHAHA!) so dont sue (there i said it! now get away from me evil minions that people call lawyers!!)
i reread it and saw just how bad the spellin n stuff was so i thought id sort that stuff out lol
next chap should be up soon!!
I can feel the colour running
As it's running from my face
Try to speak but nothings coming
Nothing I could say to make you stay
Grabbed your suitcase called a taxi
It's 3am now where you gonna go?
Gonna stay with friends in London
And that's all I get to know
Just a cigarette gone
No you couldn't' be that far
So I'm driving in my car
Where I hope you are
Maybe I can talk you down
Maybe I can talk you down
We're standing on a tiny ledge
Before this goes over the edge
Gonna use my heart and not my head
And try to open up your eyes
This is relationship suicide
Cos if you go, I go...
Taking shortcuts through the alleys
While your racing through my mind
Cops can chase but they wont catch me
Not before I get to speak my mind
If there's still time
Just a cigarette gone
No you couldn't be that far
So I'm driving in my car
Where I hope you are
Maybe I can talk you down
Maybe I can talk you down
We're standing on a tiny ledge
Before this goes over the edge
Gonna use my heart and not my head
And try to open up your eyes
This is Relationship suicide
Cos if you go, I go...
Cos if you go, I go...
Cos if you go, I go...
Cos if you go, I go...
We're standing on a tiny ledge
Before this goes over the edge
Gonna use my heart and not my head
Just a cigarette gone
No you couldn't be that far
So I'm driving in my car
Where I hope you are
Maybe I can talk you down
Maybe I can turn around
We're standing on a tiny ledge
Before this goes over the edge
Gonna use my heart and not my head
And try to open up your eyes
This is Relationship suicide
"Get away from me!" the words of Anya echoed through his brain. But what he didn't know was that they would be the last words he would ever hear from her mouth, that those words would haunt his dreams forever. Danny stared shocked as the bloody and beaten form of the love of his life, shook in front of him.
"NYPD!" boomed through the warehouse but it was too late. The damage had been done. Danny tried to crawl over to the noise but his 3 bullet wounds and probably many broken bones making it very difficult. But the thought that Anya needed medical help more than him, kept him going through the pain
"Over here…" Danny managed to splutter through the metallic blood in his mouth. His voice rusty from days of screaming. From days of hell.
Danny was jerked out of his thoughts by the grotesque sound of Anya coughing up her own blood. Making Danny turn to her too quickly causing him to almost pass out from the pain, of what has got to be a broken rib. "Anya " he wheezed "please help Anya..." was all he could say before he succumbed to the darkness...
"Over here!" Flack shouted at the top of his lungs. "We need medics over here NOW!!" was all he could say as he took in the terrifying sight of an unconscious Danny and a slowly bleeding to death Anya. That knocked Flack as he sprinted the short distance from where he had stood with Mac, who had just entered the scene.
"A... Anya? Anya it's me, Donnie. I need you to stay awake, alright Darling." Tears streamed down his face as he looked into the pain filled bright blue eyes that were normally sparkling with joy. "Look at me, come on princess, that's right. WHERE THE HELL ARE THEM DAMN MEDICS?? " He was stopped by the pain filled sounds of Anya trying to speak. "Sh! Don't speak, you'll just make it more painful, princess." Flack stepped aside as the medics rushed to help Anya and get her to the nearest hospital. As he stepped away from her the trembling girl, who's blood had slowly stained his clothes while he had held her, Mac and Stella approached him.
"Come on Flack, they have already taken Danny to the hospital and Anya will be ready to go in a second. But you unfortunatly cant go with her, we'll have to go in my car." Flack nodded, the words barely registering in his brain as he looked around the dark dingy warehouse where the two had been kept for four days. There wasn't any windows or sources of natural light anywhere in the building so he doubted that Danny and Anya even knew what day it was. Or how long they had endured the torture.
4 days. 4 days of endless worry. 4 days of searching every block of every street in New York City. 4 days of sleepless nights. 4 days since Danny and Anya had been snatched from the scene that they had been working on.
And now Flack was wondering if he would ever seen them both alive again.
Before he knew it, Flack, Mac and Stella had arrived at the hospital, just behind the ambulance that had Anya inside. They were now sat with Hawkes, Adam and Sid, awaiting news on both Danny and Anya. There was an awkward silence in the white hollow waiting room as the reality of what had happened finally started to set in.
All heads shot up as a young doctor with very long brown hair that went down to her waist, approached them. Hawkes was the first to find is voice, which was strained from resisting the urge to not break down in tears. "So, how are they doc?"
The young woman seemed to take her time before taking a deep breath and starting to speak. "The young man has strained multiple fractures in his left Tibia, a crushed ankle, 3 bullet wounds, one in his hip, another in his shoulder and the final one in his in his right arm…" "So is he going to be alright?" flack butted in. He didn't want details; he just wanted to know if his best friend was going to be all right. "Unfortunately, Mr. Messer has lost an almost fatal amount of blood which has caused him to unfortunately slip into a coma, so we can't be completely sure when, or if he will ever fully recover.
The group stood shocked. Danny was in a coma. And the doctors didn't know if he would ever recover. The doctor looked at each of their face,s as they took in the news and sighed. She always hated this part of the job.
"And the young lady brought in just after him also had a crushed wrist, right ankle was also crushed and broke three ribs, one of which has punctured her lung. She has 2 bullet wounds, one in her right arm and the other one just above her left shin. Along with two stab wounds to the left of her chest. We almost lost her in the ambulance but we have managed to stabilize her condition. She is one very lucky girl, if you had arrived five minutes later we would have most definitely lost her. She is in the ICU where she will remain until she has at least regained consciousness. This is something that i doubt will happen for a few days at least. If you ask the nurse at the desk she will tell you where to go to visit the young lady." With that said the young doctor turned around and went back the way she came.
"…" Silence reigned as they tried to digest what the doctor had just said. Flack watched as Stella walked over to the nurse mentioned, whom she conversed with briefly, before returning.
"Anya is in room 103 on floor two- the intensive care unit. We are aloud to go and see her on the conditions that we are very quick, don't wake her and we go in one at a time, only for a few minutes."
"So who wants to go first?"
"I will." It wasn't a request; Flack was not going to let anybody from seeing his princess first.
DUN DUN DUN!!
whats gonna happen??
will danny and anya recover? who took them hostage?? what is goin to happen to flack? will he fall apart in the hospital room? what will he see?
only time (and reviews) will tell
cya