Two hours later, the team found themselves at the hospital once again. Danny had managed to stay conscious all the way to the hospital, the doctors had been with him since. Waiting along the hallways, the team did not speak. The events over the last two months had taken everything they had out of them, they were mentally exhausted and it showed.
Lindsay sat with her back against the wall on the cold floors of the hallway with her hands rested in her folded lap, as calm as she could fake, she sat staring at her hands, covered in the rich colour of blood dried on her fingers. The blood was a mixture of Danny and Lucas', the thought made her sick. What kind of monster had she become, who was that person that beat that kid, that shot him. She was no better then him. She was sick with revenge as well. She couldn't bare the thought of Danny being hurt again, it made her sick to her stomach. After everything he had gone through at her hand, he had suffered again at the hand of the man that caused this to begin with. Why? What had he done to deserve this?
Lost in her thoughts, she did not notice when a doctor came into the room and began to talk to Mac and Stella. Flack placed a hand on her shoulder, she looked up as he nodded towards the doctor. Lindsay got up and walked towards him.
'Hi, I'm Dr. Lesson. Danny's fine. It was a flesh wound, we've given him some sutures and some pain meds. Although he did loose quite a bit of blood, but we're giving him a transfusion and once his volume is back up there is no reason why he can't go home relatively soon.' He said directly to the team.
'Oh thank god.' Stella said letting out a deep breath.
'Can we see him?' Lindsay asked.
'Yes, he's resting right now. He's in exam C.' He said as Mac shook his hand.
'Thank you Doctor.' Mac said, Dr. Lesson gave a nod and he turned to leave.
Turning back to the team, Mac addressed them. 'Finally some good news. Lindsay why don't you go see him?' He said as Lindsay nodded and passed him. 'Oh and Lindsay, you might want to wash your hands first.' He said looking at her blood encrusted fingers.
'Right... yeah.' She said as she paused and looked at her palms.
Walking through the halls, she stopped at an exam room and found a sink. Turning on the hot water she stuck her hands under the running liquid, as the blood loosened from the surface she took soup and began to scrub her sick. The blood acted like glue, stuck between the lines of her skin, it sunk in. The harder she scrubbed the more her skin hurt. The water was hot and it burned, loosing her ability to think, her head dropped towards the sink as tears began to fall freely from her eyes.
'What have I become?' She said out loud hoping for an answer. When none came she dried her hands and her tears, straightened herself out and walked from the room.
Danny's room was cold, or at least to her it felt cold. She imagined her breath freezing as it left her mouth, she deserved the cold, she had become frozen on the inside. Numb to her surroundings, she felt weak standing in his presence.
He lay in his hospital bed, once again with I.V.'s entering his wrists once again, pumping the missing blood into his body. His eyes were closed, but he was awake. Not knowing how to react to his current situation, his paranoia not to far off and his fear very present. Hearing the sounds of feet on the floor he slowly opened his eyes and found Lindsay standing back playing with her hands.
'Hi.' She said weakly. Shame brightening her face.
'Hi.' He responded.
'Danny, I-' She began before he cut her off.
'Can we not?' He said calmly.
'What?' She said bringing a hand to her chest.
'No more... I don't want to talk. Can we just, not?' He said sternly.
'Ok.' She said as tears came to her eyes and she turned away to leave.
'Lindsay?' He said softly, as she turned back to him.
'Stay?' He said as he reached his hand out to her, tears fell from her face as she walked toward his hand and wrapped her fingers around his. Bringing the hand to her face she kissed his fingers as she began to cry.
'Come 'ere.' He said pulling her into the bed, as she rested her head against his uninjured shoulder, and cried.
'It's alright. Shh, it's ok.' He said softly to her as he rubbed her back with his arm, kissing the top of her head while she cried. 'It's going to be alright.' He said as he squeezed his eyes shut as tears formed in his own eyes.