I don't own these characters, just a fan telling a story. Hope you enjoy!
He just sat by her bed, he didn't even hold her hand. He had already set the pictures of her family on the tray, would she be mad at him for going to her place and taking them? He just sat looking at her, she looked almost dead. They had told him she was going to make it, but were they positive, he had lost his wife, his Linda, just six months before, how could he lose his partner too. He had called his dad and asked him to watch the boys until she got out of the hospital. But who knew how long it would before she woke up. The doctor's had told him it was a close call and he barely got her there in time. How could have lived with himself if she had died?
"I'm gonna catch this son of a bitch, I promise." He whispered taking her hand for the second time that night. "That guy, Peter, we have in custody, he's not the dealer, he was actually a customer, he gave us the name of a kid who was best friends with the kid who OD, God I can't remember his name." Danny found that talking to her, even when unconscious made it easier to deal with. "Baez you have to make it!" he pleaded.
He looked over at the pictures of her family, the picture of her brother made his heart hurt. He had died protecting his sister trying to make her proud of him by for once being the "good guy" it had been a few years ago, but on each anniversary Baez would call in sick, he had stopped by once and found her crying on her couch, they had sat and talked about how he had been such a great brother before he had gotten hooked on drugs. Danny had done his best to support her, but unlike him, she had more regrets, she didn't have a good relationship with her brother, but Danny had when he lost Joe. She couldn't even talk to her family about it, they blamed her for his death, and they couldn't forgive her for being a cop. That was evident by the fact none of them had come to sit by her bedside.
He didn't sleep much he just sat and watched her, hoping, waiting anxiously hoping to see her eyelids flutter for her to wake up and everything to be okay. Around five thirty in the morning he rose from the chair, he took her hand.
"I have to go home and get ready for work, you rest and get better." He said softly, "Wake up soon."
Hope you liked that, more to come. This is just going to be a short story about the night Danny sat by Maria's bedside after she accidently OD.