AN/ So, this idea kept floating around in my mind until I wrote it down. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the show or any of its characters.
"For success to happen, You just have to ask yourself two things:
1. Why me?
2. Why not me?"
-Arthur Tugman
"Damn" Danny cursed as he saw the sign indicating a broken elevator that wouldn't be repaired until the next morning. "Of course we had to live on the fifth floor." He groaned as he hobbled towards the stairs. After hobbling around all day in the lab, Danny was exhausted. The very last thing in the world that he wanted to do was to climb four flights of stairs, but it looked like he had no other choice.
At least he didn't have Lucy with him. His daughter was spending the day with his Ma in the Bronx. Lindsay was on the late shift today, and their paths barely crossed. Looking up the flight of stairs, the task seemed insurmountable.
He could do this. He had to do this.
With a concentrated sigh, he began attempting to climb the stairs. The first few steps were relatively easy, causing Danny's pride to soar. He couldn't even imagine what he would have done if this had happened three weeks ago while he was still stuck in his chair. He probably would have had to wait until Lindsay got home. Even then, poor Lindsay probably would have had to con neighbors to lift him up the stairs to his apartment. Or worse, she would have tried to carry him up the stairs herself. Danny smirked at the thought of Lindsay carrying his sorry ass up the four flights of stairs and thanked his luck that he could avoid Lindsay's display of superhuman abilities—the woman never ceased to amaze him.
"Why me?" he grumbled as the pain in his legs ignited, spreading fire throughout his whole body. Panting heavily, he focused on each step as he gripped both his cane and the arm rail. His white knuckles and perspiration gave testament to the difficulty of the task, but Danny was unwilling to give up.
As he reached the third flight of stairs, Danny groaned. "You gotta be kiddin' me!" Taking a small break, Danny could feel his legs trembling beneath him, but he refused to quit. Not when he was so close. Leaning heavily on his cane and the handrail, Danny pressed forward.
Danny cursed as the pain in his legs worsened. "Why'd this have to happen to me?" He asked aloud, cursing fate for the shooting and the pain that it brought both him and his family. Compared to this, physical therapy was a cake walk.
Without warning, his cane slipped out from beneath him. Danny struggled to maintain his balance, but his tired legs had been relying solely on his upper body strength for the last few steps. He tried to thrust his arm out to stop his fall, but the tight grip on the railing caused him to swing unexpectedly.
Danny's stomach dropped as time slowed and he realized that he was going to hit the stairs head first. He tried to maneuver to avoid a head on collision, but it was too late. The last thought that ran through his mind before striking the stair and losing consciousness was a familiar one.
Why me?