The elevator to the 9th floor was the longest elevator ride Flack had ever taken. He was tapping his foot on the floor, while drumming his fingers against the wall. The door opened and Flack hurried out of the elevator with Danny moving quickly along with him at his side.
"What room are we lookin' for?" Danny asked.
"922. It should be, here!" Flack said pointing as he hurried inside. Danny waited outside, not sure whether he was to go in. "Linds? Babe, are you alright?"
Lindsay was very shaky and was fidgeting around a lot. "I felt this awful pain and called the hospital. They picked me up and dragged me here. They ran some tests but I haven't heard anything. I'm sorry I didn't call you." She said slowly.
"No, don't even apologize about that. As long as you're okay and that the babies are okay. I'm here for you until we find out everything we need to know." Flack said kissing her forehead.
Danny was sitting outside the doorway, and was feeling horrible. His best friend's wife was in there, and all he could think about was how when she first got there, he was interested. He could've been in Flack's position. He was happy for them though, truly and sincerely he was. He was heart-broken for the both of them, despite his personal feelings
"Messer, I need you to call Mac and tell him the story." Flack said peeking his head out the doorway. "We're not sure yet about anything." He said quietly.
"No problem. I'll head back there now, and give Mac a call while I'm on the way. Oh, and Flack, everything will be fine." Danny said standing up, reaching out for a handshake. Flack grabbed his hand and pulled him in for a friendly hug.
"Thanks man." He told Danny as he started walking away.
Don went back into the room, where Lindsay was reading. Actually Lindsay was trying to read, but had been stuck on the same page for hours.
"Put the book down, and talk to me Linds." He said, his big blue eyes making her melt. How could she resist those blue eyes.
"I'm scared, Don," She started. "I don't anything to happen." Tears were gently rolling down her face. When her husband came and sat on her bed grabbing her hand she looked up to see that he had tears rolling down his face as well.