The Past Always Comes Back by Nehebka

chapter 7

"Hey Mac, I thought Danny was coming" said Flack.

"Hasn't he come yet?" asked astonished Mac. He had been very busy studying the scene of crime to notice the absence of Danny. Mac looked at his watch. It had passed almost an hour since Mac talked with Danny and he began to be edgy. "I swear I'll kill him. I called him an hour ago and he said he was on his way. He should have arrived 40 minutes ago! I'll give him another call" replied Mac.

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Danny hovered in and out of consciousness. His phone, which had fallen from his pocket when he fell, was now beside him. It rang, he opened his eyes trying to find it but his eyes seemed not to be able to focus. He began to looking for his phone touching the ground until he got it.

"Danny, where the hell are you?" yelled Mac

"Mac?" Danny replied vaguely.

"You were supposed to be here an hour ago". The only answer was a long deep cough. "Danny, are you alright? Where are you?"

"Everything hurts and it's very cold" mumbled.

"What are you talking about?". There was no answer. "Danny! Danny!" cried Mac.

"Mac-" croaked Danny.

"Danny, stay with me ok. We'll find you. Where are you?" asked Mac.

"Central Park-"

"Central Park it's big Danny, where are you exactly?" asked Mac again.

"I-I don't know… I got in by the north door"

"Ok we're limiting the possibilities. Do you know how far from the entrance are you?" There was a long silence. "Danny?"

"Maybe ten minutes walking, it could be more. Everything is so hazy".

"Ok Danny we'll find you alright? Did you hear me? Hang on, ok?"

"I-I'll try"

Flack was staring at Mac. He had been listening all the conversation and knew something was wrong. "What's up Mac?" asked

"It's Danny, come on, we've got to go to Central Park". Flack nodded. He approached to a cop and told him they were leaving. Both got in the car and drove to Central Park. Flack was driving while Mac kept talking with Danny in order to avoid getting unconscious. "Danny we're coming. Keep talking to me"

"Sorry for being such a crap these last days-"

"So am I" replied Mac guilty. "ok Danny, we have just arrived. We're getting in. Tell me something else about where you are". But he got no answer. Danny had fallen unconscious, his phone laid next to him. "Danny? Danny? Are you here?" yelled Mac. "Shit. He doesn't answer"

"How are we supposed to find him Mac?" asked Flack.

Mac closed his eyes paying attention the sounds that could be heard from Danny's phone. He heard a constant sound from a machine but couldn't tell for sure what was. "He talked about being 10 minutes walking from the entrance approximately"

Flack nodded and both began walking. Suddenly Mac stopped and looked around. Now he was hearing he same sound that he had heard from Danny's phone before. He saw a gardener with his lawnmower. "He's near" said as he looked around.

"Look" said Flack as he kneeled and pointed at some footprints and the blood there was next to him. They both looked down the slope. "What do you think?" asked Flack

"I'll go" said Mac

Mac made his way down followed by Flack. "Danny" yelled as he saw a figure laying on the grass. He kneeled beside him and checked him. "He's alive!" said at Flack. "Danny?". He turned to Flack. "Call 911, NOW!" then he turned to Danny again. "Danny can you hear me?" His face was covered with dried blood, unconscious. Mac gently shook his arm, but got no response. "Damn you're cold as ice!"

"Mac?" mumbled opening slowly his eyes. Glazed over they immediately began to close again.

"Come on Danny stay with me. Talk to me"

"Everything hurts" mumbled as he was closing his eyes again but Mac shoke him gently.

"Stay with me ok" he told him.

"Trying" replied shivering now. Mac took his coat off and put it over Danny's trembling body.

"Who did this?" asked Flack looking at his bruises.

"Was Sonny and his gang, wasn't it?" said Mac angrily.

"They'll never let me go" whispered Danny hoarsely. "They won't forget…" mumbled. Then he winced as a cough ripped through his chest.

Flack looked at Mac, wondering what Danny was talking about.