Disclaimer: I don't own DP.
BGM: "Forever" by The Birthday Massacre.
Cut
She's crying, because it hurts (so much, make it stop, please take it all), and he's screaming because he can't afford to stop and wipe the tears away.
Moments (forevers) pass in flashes of light off asphalt and oil-rainbows in puddles as her eyes drift in and out of focus. She can manage a fist, but it's weak and she knows it and even if it wasn't she can't get up (it hurts) and she can't get up because she needs legs and she can't feel them now and please let it be numb from the cold, please let it be.
A sound scrapes over her and through her eardrums and she wonders if she's bleeding (she can taste salt and metal, like sucking her thumb when the knife slipped) and the sky is splintering and becoming one thin narrow strip of blue, then two, then a circle and he's in front of her. He's crying eyes flickering blue-green-blue and it might be sadness it might be anger it might be pain but there is no way on this green Earth those could be happy tears.
She smiles a little, face slack and head floating, and he's screaming and gripping her hand so tightly she wonders if she should hear a crack or five or ten. He's crying and she's screaming only she can't make a sound. She looks at his lips he's saying something and he's begging, pleading for her to stay with him, just for a little longer, the ambulance is coming.
She starts, tries to speak and he says to hell with his secret, and she feels strange because Danny never swears and he would neverevernever tell his secret, and she was just one little person, and there was so much (there were so many things she) hadn't done and it hurt.
A/N: Don't worry, you get to choose your own ending!