A/N: his can be read as a standalone, but also as a short sequel to the story: Five Times Danny got shot. Prompt this time was: guilt
My Friend of Misery
He was pacing along the hall of the hospital waiting room. They had taken Danny into surgery three hours ago. Three long hours and no word. Steve made another pass by the window looking into the waiting room and he forced his feet to stop.
Kono and Chin were sitting still, heads braced against the wall, staring at the ceiling. Grace was sleeping, her head resting in her mother's lap. Rachel was reading a magazine and when she realized that she was being watched she looked up. Dark brown eyes stared into his for a second, before turning down again, dismissing him as unimportant.
Steve sighted and he resumed his pacing. Guilt and worry was nagging at him and he knew that it wouldn't stop until he knew that his partner was going to make it. Else he would never be able to look at Grace again without knowing that he was responsible for her father's death.
A swooshing sound made him turn sharply. The doors leading to the OR had opened and a doctor was making his way toward him. Taking a deep breath Steve steeled himself for whatever would come.