It has been four weeks since Danny had been shot, and his recovery was going much slower then he anticipated. Through frustration, pain, and anger, Lindsay never left his side. She knew that when Danny lashed out it had nothing to do with her. It was when he got quiet she worried for him. Lindsay knew by Danny's face that he was still feeling incredible amounts of pain, but he never once said anything.

Lindsay no longer stayed at the hospital at night, by Danny's request. After Lindsay had spent an hour arguing with many members of the nursing staff they finally allowed her to stay when she told Danny this his only reaction was, "Are you crazy? Go home and sleep. I'm fine, don't be rediculous." With that Lindsay finally realized that she must have been sufficating him. Danny needed his space. She kissed him good-night and went home and barely made it to her bed by the time she fell asleep for the first time in weeks.

Danny on the other hand, hasn't slept without sedatives since the first bullet tore through his body. If he closed his eyes he saw the terror in Stella's eyes as he threw her to the ground and the pain flashed before him as if he was being shot and thrown against a wall all over again. At night he would lie awake and stare at the ceiling. He refused to ask for pain killers though he could feel pain constantly. Danny never liked looking weak, even if he had been shot four times, he didn't want any pity. He was no wimp, 'I can take it!' he told himself over and over again.

In physical theropy the pain had gotten so bad while trying to walk he ended up throwing up in the bathroom until his chest hurt from heaving. No one knew this, and he wasn't going to be the one to tell anyone.

The only thing that kept him going, was the thought of his and Lindsay's baby growing inside of her. He had to be strong for his family; there was nothing else on his mind but getting better as quickly as he could so he could take care of his girl and his child. Even if that ment taking it a little too far.

Danny was in bed when his phyiscal theropist, Dylan, came in to his room to start his daily workout. Danny had been feeling odd all morning but, once again, kept it to himself so that he didn't bother anyone.

"Hey D, how you feelin' this mornin'?" Dylan said in a bright 'I've had way too much caffine' voice. He instantly gave Danny a head ache.

"I'm good, man. I'm ready to go home if you want honesty." His voice was low and mellow.

"Yeah, and I'd rather be a beach with a blonde with nothing on, named Sassy... but we get what we get..." Dylan paused and looked at Danny's very pale complexion, "You alright man, I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but you look worse then normal."

Danny was not in the mood to be told he looked sick, he had to look pretty pastey, he hadn't left the hospital in over a month and this room was enough to make him green.

"Dude, not right now... can we just get our session over with. I think I'm going to need a nap today." Danny laughed, trying to lighten the situation.

Dylan saw right through this, with a look of concern on his face, he stepped closer to Danny and pulled a same flash light out of his scrubs pocket.

"Open your eyes for me D..." Dylan put the flash light up to his eyes to check his puples, "You feeling dizzy? Any headaches?"

"What? Come on, can we get started? I want to be done before Linds... woah..." Danny said when he took the flash light away causing his vertigo to jump start.

"That's what I thought... stay here, Im going to see if Dr. Stevens is around." Dylan turned on his heal and left the room.

"This is bull, I'm fine!" Danny called as Dylan exited the room.

His head only seemed to get worse in his absence. He couldn't finger what was going on, all he knew was that his body was fighting him. Danny got up from his sitting position on the bed and made his best attempt to stand. When he finally was balancing on two feet, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. Using the bed to steady himself he let it pass slowly.

When Danny brought a hand to his stomach he realized he felt something wet under his shirt, confused and in pain, he lifted his shirt to reveal his bandages were wet with a yellow liquid. Panic swept over him as he realized he had pushed his body right into infection. He began to walk towards the door when Lindsay entered carrying a bag of his things from home.

"Hey baby, I brought some of you sweaters and... Danny... Danny woah..." Lindsay said as she caught Danny who was falling into her. His breathing was heavy and his face was a paler shade of white. His eyes were blood shot and he was breathing hard, "Linds, Dr. Stevens... Need something for the pain!"

Lindsay was beyond scared, when he tried to turn and get the doctor, Danny grabbed her arm, he was slowly falling to the floor and Lindsay braced him as he went.

"Danny, baby, I need you to tell me what's going on? You're scarying me." Lindsay had Danny's face in her hands and was trying to make him look at her. In his confusion he was looking all over the room, he wanted help and didn't know what his body was reacting to, but it wouldn't listen to him.

"Lins... Dylan... he was... here... now I can't remember...God! Help me, Please!" Danny pleaded with his body more then he was with Lindsay.

"Ok I'll call a nurse. Ok? Just let me up." Lindsay made an attempt to get up but was stopped by Danny. "No, no don't go." Lindsay saw a tear run down his cheek and it was then she knew something was horrifically wrong.

"Ok, I won't. I... Danny, what is on your shirt? Oh god!" Lindsay now saw the cause of his discomfort as the yellow liquid seeped onto his t-shirt.

As Lindsay studied his stomach, Dylan returned with Dr. Stevens at his side.

"Like I was saying it looks like he is septic... Hey Danny? Woah man, what happened?" Dylan said as he noticed Danny laying in Lindsay's arms on the floor.

"I came in and he jsut collapsed. He has a yellow liquid on his bandages, and he seems to have a high fever... you have to help him." Lindsay said as Dr. Stevens bent down to listen to Danny's heart.

"Ok lets get him back in bed. Dylan help me here." He said as he and Dylan lifted Danny onto the bed.

"I told her something would happen... no one listens..." Danny said as his fever got higher, he wasn't making any sense.

"Danny buddy, can you tell me when you started feeling like this? Danny you with me?" Dr. Stevens pulled Danny's face toward him when his eyes rolled back into his head and his body started shaking uncontrollably. A nurse hooked up his heart monitor and it went crazy with sound as Danny's body started failing him once again.

"Code blue, we have a code blue here! Come on Danny stay with me!" Dr. Stevens his a button on the wall and within seconds the room was full of doctors and nurses.

"Ms. Monroe I think you should step outside." The nurse said as she practically pushed Lindsay out the door and closed it.

Lindsay stared at the door in disbelief. She wasn't sure what just happened. She looked down at her hand and realized she was still holding the bag full of Danny's things; she dropped it and pulled out her cell phone.

"Hey, Mac it's Lindsay... no... Mac listen to me! It's worse this time... Something is really wrong... Ok see you soon." Lindsay closed the phone and for the third time today, she ran to the bathroom to be sick.

Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in so long! My computer was in the shop so I just got it back and thought I'd make you suffer with another cliffhanger! muahhahha! Enjoy!

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