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Lindsay and Flack entered the hospital in a rush. Since Lindsay couldn't run very well at the moment, it was taking a little longer. They soon approached the reception desk, where a young blonde receptionist sat, looking rather fed up. She had her headphones in and was filing her nails, occasionally flicking the page in a celeb magazine. Trying to get her attention, Lindsay banged on the glass separating them. She looked up, less than amused.

"Can I help you?" she asked, taking one headphone out

"Yeah, I'm looking for Danny Messer's room." Said Lindsay frantically "Could you tell me where he is."

"I'm sorry, but that information is for family only." She said, going back to her music and magazine.

Feeling rather angry, Lindsay banged on the glass again, and again, the fed up receptionist looked at her.

"Yes?" she asked, emphasizing the word.

"You either give me the room number or I swear I will come in there and beat it out of you!"

The receptionist gave a smirk.

"What could you do?" she asked in disbelief

"Believe me." Began Flack "When a 4 month pregnant woman tells you to give her the number, you best do it, especially if the…pregnant woman is…missing?"

Flack looked around himself, and was surprised to see Lindsay gone. He soon found her however, walking towards the receptionist's door, trying to get in.

"Give me the damn number!" she cried, storming in

"It's room 306!" said the receptionist alarmed.

Flack soon came to her rescue however, and dragged Lindsay away.

Danny lay in his bed sleeping. His Dad had hit him quite badly this time. Lindsay and Flack walked in, and when they saw him Lindsay gasped. Her hands flew to her mouth, and she felt glued to the spot.

"Oh my gosh." She finally chocked out "Look at him."

Danny had cuts and bruises everywhere. His arms were badly cut, and he had a black eye.

"Lind's, I'm going to go phone the guys, give the two of you some privacy."

Lindsay just nodded, and soon, Flack left, closing the door behind him.

Lindsay was finding it hard to move. How could someone do this to him. He was only 17 for crying out loud! Slowly, Lindsay walked closer to Danny's bed, and sat on the seat next to it.

"Oh my gosh…Danny." She whispered, tears coming to her eyes as she took hold of his hand "How could he do this to you?"

She just let her tears fall, and squeezed his hand for reassurance. Reassurance that he was still here, and that he was with her. Soon, she felt a gentle grip, and she looked up to see Danny's eyes flutter open.

"Hey." Said Lindsay, scooting closer to him

"Hey." He croaked out

"How do you feel?" she asked, taking her free hand and brushing hair away from his forehead.

"Like I've been hit on the head." Said Danny with a slight chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

Lindsay chuckled, and continued to brush the invisible hair from his forehead.

"I thought I had lost you." She said quietly "I thought your Dad had gone so far as to knocking you into a box."

"I don't give up that easily. Just you remember that."

Lindsay smiled, and gave him a gentle kiss.

The hours passed by slowly, and as they past the whole gang arrived. They all sat in the room, talking about what had happened.

"What made him flip out this time?" asked Hawkes

"I came in to get some stuff."

"That's all?" asked a bewildered Peyton "That's not a very good reason…even though he shouldn't be touching you any way."

"Are you going to the cop's this time?" asked Aiden, who was sitting on Flack's lap, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

"I think this time, he's went too far." Said Danny "I'm definitely getting him arrested."

Everyone smiled at Danny. They never knew why he had kept it a secret from them for so long, but he had. Thankfully now, he was getting some help from people who loved him.

A/N: I know this chapter was a bit short, but please R&R. Thanks :o)