part 8...
Danny sat on the bench and waited for answers. If she okay? What caused her to do this? Did I do something wrong? All these questions crashed in his head. For once in his life he didn't have the answers, and that was killing him.
He stood up and stretched his legs and arms. Tired of waiting for the answers, he went up to the nurse's station. He would do a bad attempt at the Messer charm to get answers out of the petite red-haired nurse at her desk.
Something has to give here.
He looked at the nurse, softness apparent in his eyes. She looked up and gave his a hard stare. Well Damn, he thought, the charm is going out the window here.
He cleared his throat and looked down at the nurse. "Miss, a woman, Lindsay Monroe came in. Do you have any news on her yet? Please tell me that you do, please?" There was desperation is his thick, Staten-Island accent.
"Sir, I have no more information on her condition. It hasn't changed since you asked...15 minutes ago."
He took the look that she gave him as a sign that he would have to wait it out. He was getting to the point of just rushing into the examination room and being with her. But he was in enough trouble as it is.
He sat back down and sighed: it was going to be a long night.
Stella was at Bellevue checking on a suspect that came in for a quick evaluation. She came into the entrance and stopped by the nurse's station, flashed her badge and asked the nurse to find out the status of her suspect.
As the nurse turned to gather the files, Stella turned a saw a familiar head of spiky hair.
What the Hell was Danny doing there? Stella thought.
She was going to find out.
