"Hey, Linda?" Danny wondered, the faintest bit of worry in his voice.

"Yeah? What's wrong?" She turned around and stopped cleaning the counter.

"I've got a pain in my lower left side. And I've got a tiny fever. I'm thinkin' it's appendicitis?"

"That's a good theory... And I'm very proud of you for deducing that, but, uh..." Linda put her hand on her hip and leaned against the counter. Licking the corner of her upper lip, she continued, "there's only one problem."

"What's that?" Worry coated his face.

"Your appendix is on the other side."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Oh, thank goodness."

Linda laughed, "it's probably the stomach bug, nothing to worry about."

"Good, good."

"Hey," Baez smiled at Danny the next day. "Feeling any better?"

"No." He dropped his gun in the drawer.

"Still running a fever?"

"Pretty sure..."

"And Linda okayed you to go to work?"

"I, uh—"

"You snuck out?" Her jaw dropped open, "Danny Reagan!"

"You're surprised by this?"

"... not really."

"I'll be fine. Just a fever and stomach cramps. What's the big deal?"

Linda was mad at Danny for going to work when she said 'no'. It wasn't like they were in charge of each other- Danny didn't control Linda and Linda by no means controlled Danny. But she was a nurse, didn't he understand she did what was best for his health?

As she laid in bed next to her husband, she thought about what he said. I'm thinkin' it's appendicitis. She chewed her lip and looked at Danny. He had looked like he was in pain all day; maybe he was right. Maybe he did have appendicitis, in which case he'd have to go to the hospital. She wondered if he had been throwing up or experiencing nausea. The only logical thing to do was wake him up and tell him.

"Danny," Linda whispered, lightly shaking his arm. After a few tries, her husband sort of woke up.

"Wha'?" Danny mumbled, annoyed that Linda had waken him up when he was having trouble sleeping.

"Remember how you said you had stomach pains and a fever?"

"Yeah..."

"Do you feel bloated and nauseous?"

"Yeah."

Linda didn't like that, "I think you've got appendicitis."

"Okay. Night." Danny rolled back onto his side.

"No! You need to get to a hospital. You said it's been going on for days. You need to get help."

"'Kay. Wha'ver. You're the nurse." Danny responded, half asleep.

Linda whimpered, annoyed that he wasn't cooperating. Maybe he's delirious. Therefore, not in his right mind.

"Hey," Linda smiled at Danny in the hospital bed. She had finally been able to get him up and to St. Vic's.

"Hey," He took her hand in his. "You saved my life."

"That's the pain meds talking." She blushed at the praise. "I just got you here in time. Your appendix almost ruptured."

"See? Life saver."

The nurse let out a small chuckle, "I'm just glad you're okay."

"I wouldn't be if it wasn't for you."

Blushing, Linda gave in, "fine. I saved your life."

"You did." Danny tugged on her arm, wanting her to sit with him. "All those years ago when you agreed to be my girlfriend." He kissed her cheek.

"You're adorable."

"You're amazing."

Laughing, Linda stated, "I am pretty great... I love you."

"I love you more."

"I love you most." She kissed his lips. He was right- not only did she save him, but her saved her. All the Reagans did. Everyone welcomed her with open arms and she couldn't be happier.