Danny had to go to work, but Lindsay promised him that Brett or Uncle Freddie would be by to help her out. She was still not able to move very well, and would probably be wheelchair bound for awhile, until she was strong enough to make it through physical therapy.
He had just gotten off the subway and was making his way up to the sidewalk; he pulled his phone off his hip and speed-dialed her number. He wanted to call to see if she needed anything before he got there. He let it ring four times before it went to voice mail. Sighing heavily, he flipped his phone shut. This is gonna be a fun night. But he understood, she was hormonal and still very pissed off at him, with good reason. He just had to keep being there, letting her know that he loved her and wanted to spend the rest of their lives making her happy.
She woke to the sound of Carrie Underwood's Before he Cheats, the ringtone that Danny didn't find very amusing but she found it very therapeutic. Groggily she swung her arm out to answer it, but every time she got close it pushed the phone further out of her reach. Leaning over a little bit more, she slipped off the bed.
The pain blinded her, letting out a cry; she tried moving, rolling over to get off her belly. The tears came down her face, the pain shoot through ever nerve and cell she had. She couldn't move, she felt like she was paralyzed, every time she tried moving the pain brought her down even more.
"AAHHHHH!!" she cried out but no one would hear her. She had been alone for a few hours now. She tried reaching for her phone, but again the pain was unbearable. So she had no choice but to lie there and cry. "Please help me!! Someone please help!!" she wailed and sobbed.
Ascending the final flight of stairs to her apartment, he heard crying. Sobbing. Cries for help. The voice was familiar to him. Very familiar. Lindsay!! Sprinting the last few steps to her apartment door he drew his weapon from his side, lifting his foot to the spot just under the door knob he kicked with all his weight.
Quickly assessing the room he saw no danger, but he heard the cry for help again. "Please someone help me!! Danny where are you?!"
Sprinting to her bedroom door, "Lindsay!!" His heart stopped when he saw her on the floor, she was half on her wounded side and half on her belly. Quickly holstering his weapon his fell to his knees beside her. He quickly assessed her and saw the blood pooled under her.
"Danny?!" she gasped, looking up at him, her eyes burning from the tears and pain. "Help," she whispered before she passed out.
