Danny sat vigil by her bed, her cold hand grasped firmly in his. She had lost a lot of blood. Falling on her wound broke the stitches open, which was the source of all the blood on the floor of her apartment and his clothing. She had been given blood transfusions, everyone in the lab going to the local blood bank and donating.
The baby was fine, a strong heart beat. A fighter, just like his or her mommy.
Stella went to his apartment and got him a fresh change of clothes, Lindsay not needing to see him covered in her blood.
She was out for two days, her body recovering from this latest trauma, Danny's eyes barely leaving the heart monitors. The one that told him that his child was growing big and strong in her belly and the one that told him the love of his life was going to be okay, that his life support was still there. Every half an hour, he would stand up enough to stretch his legs, her fingers still firmly laced with his, and kiss her forehead, confirming his love for her, his fingers lightly drifting across her abdomen.
On the off chance that one the team could get him to take a break, he would go no further than the chapel, thanking god for not taking them from him, for giving him a chance to prove himself again, to get her to trust him again.
Danny came back from the chapel to find Stella talking to Lindsay and Lindsay, to his surprise, replying back, "What happened? Where am I? Danny! Where's Danny?" Her questions where coming at a hundred miles an hour.
Immediately he was at her side pretty much pushing Stella out of the way, "I'm right here, baby," he soothed, kissing her head, pushing her hair out of her face.
"You called, I heard your ringtone, I went to reach for my phone, and I fell on my," she explained what she remembered and then she stopped, her hands going to her belly, "The baby," she gasped, her eyes filling with tears, "Oh God the baby," she began frantically clutching at her stomach.
"He's fine," he assured her, but she was not paying him any attention, her worry taking over her mind. He grabbed her face so she had to listen to him, "Our baby boy is fine, Lindsay," using her given name to get her attention, "he's growing strong. He's as strong as you are, baby."
She still looked a little uncertain, so he pointed to what had kept him sane for the last two days, the heart monitors, "See this one is hooked up to you," he gestured to her chest, "This one is monitoring him," he gestured to her belly.
For the first time, she noticed the device strapped to her belly, she smiled and the monitor, and the steady rhythmic beeping. Proof that their baby was okay. "Oh god, thank you," she sighed happily, and then reached for Danny, bringing his face down to hers, and kissed him.
He was shocked but he gratefully accepted, not daring to move. This being their first kiss in two months. Her pouty lips still as soft as he had remembered, he savored every second.
Then just as quickly she pulled away, shocked at what she had done, "Sorry," she said, a blushing a deep red.
He smiled softly at her, fully aware that nothing was fixed between them, "It's okay, Montana," he assured her, "I love you," he whispered before kissing her forehead again.