Chapter Four:
Danny was furiously typing her thoughts and feelings of what had happened over the past few days when Morton finally came home from the funeral. She glanced over at him as he closed the door, then did a double take when he turned around and fell against the couch. Danny rushed over to his side and turned him onto his back and asked, "Morton, what happened?" He was covered in what looked like knife wounds and burns.
"Danny..." he reached up for her. She took his hand and said, "I'm here, Mort. Tell me what happened."
He shook his head. "I don't remember..." He sighed quietly and passed into unconsciousness.
It took her a while, but Danny carefully carried Morton up the stairs and into the bedroom where she laid him on the bed. She tenderly and patiently treated his wounds and bandaged his head where the deepest cut was located. Every time she dressed a cut or burn with ointment, he flinched in pain horribly. Danny wanted so much to wake him up and pry how this happened out of him, but she knew if she did, he wouldn't heal as quickly as he would if she just left him alone.
Morton woke up a few days later to find her sitting by his side, her face in her folded arms, asleep on the edge of the bed. He gently touched her unwashed hair and could see she had been by his side while he was out of it. Danny woke up at the feel of his touch.
"Oh, you're awake! I was starting to get worried," she said, tears coming to her eyes. "I thought I might lose you, too."
He lightly ran a finger down her cheek and said, "You'll never lose me, Danny. I promised I'll always be there for you and I will. You don't have to worry about it."
Danny broke down in tears, threw herself on him and sobbed into his shoulder. Morton cradled her as she cried harshly for about a half-hour.
~*~
Morton made a full recovery under Danny's watchful care. She never let him out of her sight for more than twenty minutes at a time.
He would constantly glance out the window and see Ciara standing outside it, glaring Hell's Daggers at him. She scared him out of his wits since it was she who massacred him. He wanted to tell Danny everything about Ciara but he knew he couldn't. The devil would either kill Danny or try to get her to sell her soul and he couldn't allow his love to suffer the woes he did.
Then one day, as he neared the first time Danny would let him out of her sight and out of bed, Ciara appeared at his bedside. "So..." she said, her voice sending chills down his spine. "Danny cares so much about you that she would stay by your side all through your dilemma. Interesting... Very interesting."
"What do you want with her?" Morton demanded.
She traced a pattern on his exposed forearm. "Nothing..." Then she glared at him with all Hell's Evil behind her eyes. "Get her out. Now."
"Get her out of where?"
"Your life. Get her out..." she walked over to the open window that allowed a cool breeze to drift through. "Or I will."
Danny was furiously typing her thoughts and feelings of what had happened over the past few days when Morton finally came home from the funeral. She glanced over at him as he closed the door, then did a double take when he turned around and fell against the couch. Danny rushed over to his side and turned him onto his back and asked, "Morton, what happened?" He was covered in what looked like knife wounds and burns.
"Danny..." he reached up for her. She took his hand and said, "I'm here, Mort. Tell me what happened."
He shook his head. "I don't remember..." He sighed quietly and passed into unconsciousness.
It took her a while, but Danny carefully carried Morton up the stairs and into the bedroom where she laid him on the bed. She tenderly and patiently treated his wounds and bandaged his head where the deepest cut was located. Every time she dressed a cut or burn with ointment, he flinched in pain horribly. Danny wanted so much to wake him up and pry how this happened out of him, but she knew if she did, he wouldn't heal as quickly as he would if she just left him alone.
Morton woke up a few days later to find her sitting by his side, her face in her folded arms, asleep on the edge of the bed. He gently touched her unwashed hair and could see she had been by his side while he was out of it. Danny woke up at the feel of his touch.
"Oh, you're awake! I was starting to get worried," she said, tears coming to her eyes. "I thought I might lose you, too."
He lightly ran a finger down her cheek and said, "You'll never lose me, Danny. I promised I'll always be there for you and I will. You don't have to worry about it."
Danny broke down in tears, threw herself on him and sobbed into his shoulder. Morton cradled her as she cried harshly for about a half-hour.
~*~
Morton made a full recovery under Danny's watchful care. She never let him out of her sight for more than twenty minutes at a time.
He would constantly glance out the window and see Ciara standing outside it, glaring Hell's Daggers at him. She scared him out of his wits since it was she who massacred him. He wanted to tell Danny everything about Ciara but he knew he couldn't. The devil would either kill Danny or try to get her to sell her soul and he couldn't allow his love to suffer the woes he did.
Then one day, as he neared the first time Danny would let him out of her sight and out of bed, Ciara appeared at his bedside. "So..." she said, her voice sending chills down his spine. "Danny cares so much about you that she would stay by your side all through your dilemma. Interesting... Very interesting."
"What do you want with her?" Morton demanded.
She traced a pattern on his exposed forearm. "Nothing..." Then she glared at him with all Hell's Evil behind her eyes. "Get her out. Now."
"Get her out of where?"
"Your life. Get her out..." she walked over to the open window that allowed a cool breeze to drift through. "Or I will."
