A/N: Another post-SD fic, cause this episode was THE.BEST.EVER. This takes place after Lindsay takes Danny away from the warehouse. Enjoy :)
Lindsay paced the room anxiously, breaking the single beam of moonlight that filtered through the room window. Her heart raced at the thought of Danny lying on the operating table. His hand was severely broken, and he had made it worse by trying to straighten his fingers. Surgery was unavoidable, and Lindsay couldn't deny the emptiness she felt when the nurses had wheeled him away. It was like a piece of her very spirit was missing.
Throwing herself onto the couch, Lindsay allowed her memory to stray to the night before. Magic wasn't the word for what happened. They had started off with drinks, laughter, and a game of billiards in Danny's apartment. It was the first time she had been there, but it felt like home. By the end of the night they were sleeping atop the pool table, encased in one another's arms. Lindsay had never felt so secure. As he drifted off into slumber, she stole a glance at him and gently toyed with the dog tags that were splayed about his muscular chest. He looked rugged yet handsome, toned stomach rising and falling with each breath.
The memories were shattered as a noise brought her back to the present. The waiting room door opened and an older male doctor stood in the doorway, grey eyes meeting those of Lindsay.
"Is he okay? Will he make it?" Questions poured from the young woman's mouth like a leaky faucet. The doctor silenced her with a gently raised hand and soft smile.
"He's fine, though he's still under. He'll be like that for a while, but you can see him now."
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She had never been fond of hospitals. True they held the gift of life behind their walls, but death lurked around every corner, threatening to steal the breath from one's lungs at any given moment. She pushed this thought from her mind as she slowly walked over to Danny's bed, silently thanking the heavens that it was a single room. She could not, would not, tear her gaze away from his battered face and bruised body. Lindsay didn't doubt for a second that he had fought back. Danny was that kind of person; never willing to give up without a fight. Bravery flowed in his veins.
Quietly pulling a chair next to the bed, she ran her fingers over his palm and down his arm, careful not to trace over any wounds. Voice forgotten, she laid her head next to his thigh and closed her eyes, grasping his uninjured hand lightly.
"Lindsay!"
He cursed as his legs refused to budge. He was literally frozen in place, helplessly watching as she was beaten senseless by the two gang members. Fury such as he had never known boiled within him, igniting a hidden flame. Spittle spewed in all directions as he snarled and thrashed around, but some unseen force was gripping his arms, holding him back. The captors turned their heads and laughed maliciously, ignoring his pleas. Blood sputtered from Lindsay's mouth and fresh wounds covered her entire body. She stared unblinkingly at Danny.
"Get away from her, you filthy scum!"
Before he could retaliate, one of the guys kicked him in the stomach, causing him to immediately double over and wrench. The man landed a punch on the side of Danny's head, and the last thing he saw before darkness consumed him was a knife at Lindsay's throat
