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Chapter 2
When Danny was getting into his car, he had a sudden fear that he would fall asleep at the wheel. Quickly pushing that thought out of his head, he cranked up the radio.
He turned off his cell phone; if he was going to get the day off, why risk getting called back. He parked his car in front of his building and made his way up to his apartment. His place wasn't anything special, but he liked it. In truth, it was only a room with everything from a bed to pots and pans. The only other door other than the one from the hall was a door to a bathroom.
Unlocking the door, he walked in and turned on the TV. It was 10 am, nothing was on at 10. He turned the TV back off and walked over to the kitchen area. Opening the cabinet, he pulled out a box of 'Captain Crunch'. Not even bothering to get a bowl, he plopped on to his bed.
It was too quiet, so he reached over and turned on his radio. Have you ever been to the point where you're so tired, you can't get to sleep, can't stop moving? That's exactly where Danny was. 'Dang that coffee. Just starting to kick in when I want to get to sleep. He rolled out of bed and walked into the bathroom.
"Opening the medicine cabinet, he pulled out some sleeping pills. Then he walked out and over to the fridge. He pulled out a beer and closed the door. Without bothering to look at the directions, he poured out what was left of the pill bottle and downed them with a swig of the beer.
Immediately feeling the effects, he climbed back into bed. The good news was that the pills worked. He was out before his head hit the pillow.
Back at the lab, it was business as usual. Lindsay and Stella were off at a crime scene, and Sheldon and Mac were going over some evidence in the briefing room.
"So, what's been up with Danny lately? I hear you sent him home," Sheldon asked, putting down the case file.
"He's been working really hard lately. He's just tired," he said. Picking up his cell phone. "I'm going to try calling him, to make sure he got home."
He dialed his cell phone. No answer. Then he tried his home phone.
Danny woke with a start. His head was pounding and the phone was ringing. Rolling out of bed, he answered the phone. "Yeah?" his voice was all scratchy.
"Danny, its Mac. You alright?" He asked.
"Yeah. Sorry, I just woke up." Danny said. As soon as he said that, a sharp pain shot through his stomach.
"Apparently, there was an audible expression of his pain because Mac said, "Danny, what was that?"
"I don't know. It feels like I just got knifed un the gut." Danny said, breathing heavy.
"Are you alright?" he asked again.
"I don't know. Yeah I'm fine." Danny said, not sure if he believed himself. "I gotta go, I've got another call." He lied. He clicked off the phone.
Sheldon looked at Mac warily, "Is he okay?" he asked.
"I don't know. I think I'm gonna stop by his apartment. You want to come with?" he stood up from his chair.
"Sure." Sheldon followed him out of the room. They drove to his apartment and got out of the car.
Danny had collapsed onto the floor, the stabbing pain back with a wave of dizziness. He began coughing, and couldn't stop. The racking coughs getting more and more painful.
Mac and Sheldon made their way up to the apartment. "It's this one, right?" Sheldon gestured towards a room on the left.
"Yeah." Mac knocked on the door. When there was no answer, he tested the knob to see if by chance it was unlocked. Luckily, it was. Mac didn't want to have to kick it down.
Danny was laying on his side by the phone, moaning. The coughing had stopped, but he was shaking hard. Sheldon ran over and knelt next to him. "Danny?" he asked, rolling him onto his back.
He cried out in pain at the sudden movement. "What hurts Danny?" Mac knelt on the other side of him. "Is it still your stomach?" Sheldon heard this and pressed two fingers into Danny's stomach, to check for swelling of any sort. This caused Danny to clench his teeth and groan. "I know it hurts. I need you to hold still." Sheldon said, standing up. "We should get him onto the bed."
Mac nodded and helped Sheldon slowly lift him off the floor, and onto the bed. Danny didn't like this. The movement made him feel like his stomach was going to rip itself out. From the inside.
The move from the floor to the bed had started up the coughing again. This time it was worse. About the second round of coughs, there was a funny taste in his mouth. He coughed one more time and blood spewed out of his throat.
Sheldon reached out to roll him onto his side, so he wouldn't choke on the blood. Mac ran into the bathroom and grabbed a towel.
"Are you still with me?" Sheldon asked, positioning the towel Mac had brought under Danny's chin to catch any more blood. Danny nodded, grimacing as he felt another cough coming. This one wasn't as bad, but bad enough to hurt like heck. His throat was burning like none other.
"Did you call 991 already?" Sheldon asked Mac.
"Yeah, they should be here soon." He reached forward and wiped some blood off the corner of Danny's mouth. "He's burning up." He said, resting his hand on Danny's forehead.
Danny started shaking more all over. Then, it elevated to thrashing from side to side, never holding still. Mac positioned himself so that Danny was leaning back against him so that he could attempt to prevent Danny from hurting himself.
Mac had such a tight grip on him, his knuckles were white. Eventually, the thrashing stopped and he was able to let go.
"Sheldon, could you get some water, and then see if the ambulance is here?" Mac asked, allowing himself to relax because Danny was peacefully resting at the moment.
Sheldon walked over to the kitchen and looked for a glass. In his search, he came across two interesting things: one, an empty pill bottle, and two, a half empty bottle beer right next to it.
a/n: I forgot to say that I don't own CSI NY in the last chapter, so here goes; I don't own CSI NY. I'm going to Wash. DC and New York for a week, so it'll be a while before another update. Sorry. I would type up the rest, but I have to pack since I procrastinated it till the night before we leave.
