When Danny got a call at three in the morning from the hospital, he assumed it was one of his patients going into labor.

"This is Dr. Castellano how can I help you?" He asked groggily as he started to get dressed.

"Danny, this is Mark speaking," said one of the on-call doctors from the ER. Danny was puzzled since he was usually a bit more formal about business calls.

"Hey Mark, is it Mrs. Johnson? She seemed pretty ready to go, so I'll be down there as soon-"

"No Danny, no. It's… It's Mindy."

He stopped dead in his tracks and his hears began to ring.

"Danny? Danny are you there?"

"Wha- What?"

"It's Mindy. She's gonna be okay but…you're listed as her emergency contact and she's asking for you and… you should just come down here, Danny. As soon as possible."

He dropped his phone on his bed and sprinted out of his apartment.

—

Mindy was sitting up in her hospital bed, tears streaming down her face, when the door opened and Danny stood there, sweating like crazy. He looked a bit terrified, but also concerned and a little relieved. She tried to wipe the tears from her eyes and keep to together but she immediately knew it wasn't going to work.

"Danny," she muttered and then began to start sobbing. He quickly strode across the room and she moved over. He climbed onto her bed and she wrapped her arms around him. He held her close as she wept into his chest.

"You're ok, you're ok," he whispered, kissing the top of her head. "Shh. I've got you."

They stayed like that for long while until finally she caught her breath. She didn't pull away but started speaking.

"How did I not know, Danny? I'm an OB, I should've-"

"No, Min. It's not something you could've anticipated okay?" He brushed some hair out of her face and began to wipe away her tears. "Please don't start with the whole blaming yourself stuff, ok? It wasn't anything you could've helped." She sniffled and nodded, but more tears streamed down her face. They stayed there for a long time until Danny finally spoke up.

"How far a long were you?"

She was quiet, a little embarrassed by the story behind it, but she knew that Danny wouldn't judge her.

"I think about four weeks… It was after me and Cliff broke up, you know how drunk I got that night?" He nodded once and she continued. "I…uh… I know I had a one night stand of sorts with some guy… but I was so, so drunk, Danny." She burried her face in her hands. "I don't know his name, what he looks like, I just…"

Mindy started sobbing again and he tried to calm her down.

"And uh, you're sure it's not Cliff's?" Danny felt weird asking her but she didn't seem to mind. She nestled under his arm further and took a shaky breath.

"Yeah..I'm… I'm positive it isn't…wasn't… his."

"Okay."

More silence passed but it was a comfortable one. Danny was softly rubbing his hand up and down Mindy's arm and she focused on her breathing.

All Danny wanted was for her to stop crying. He knew that it wouldn't be easy for her; he'd seen this happen so much in his line of work that he knew what was coming. He wished more than anything that he could just take all of the pain away and suffer it himself instead of her.

"Mindy, you're gonna get through this. It's not going to be easy, but I'll be here for you through everything, okay? I mean, if that's what you want," he muttered softly. She looked up at him and he once again found himself brushing a strand of hair out of her face.

"Oh, Danny," Mindy whispered. "Are you sure? I don't want you to feel like you have to-"

"Min, of course I'm sure. You know I'd do anything for you."

She weakly smiled up at him and started to cry again.

"Will you stay with me here tonight, Danny?"

"Absolutely. I'm not going anywhere."