Chapter 6
Sam slowly walked into the dim lighted room and halted at the foot of the bed. She watched Danny's chest rise and fall slowly. She looked up at the monitors, listening intently to the slow beeping of Danny's heart. She sighed as she wiped the tears off her face and wet to sit down next to Danny. Taking his cold hand in hers, she kissed the tip of his fingers then enveloped his hands. She leaned in next to him and began whispering in his ear as she stroked his hair.
"Hey, Danny. It's me, Sam. How are you doing? Please get better Danny, we need you back. Everyone misses you and is very worried about you. You may think that Jack doesn't, but you should have seen how worried and frantic he was when you went missing. He cried when he found you in your condition, he thought that you were dead. So don't even think about leaving the team, okay?" Sam sniffed and chuckled sadly, "Because we need a stubborn Casanova on our team, and you are the one and only."
Sam used the rest of her time watching Danny breathe, more like the ventilator breathe for him, but he was still alive. She laid her head beside his and continued to stroke his hair.
"Please get better, Danny," she whispered. When her time was up, she kissed his cheek and walked out the door. She looked back once to make sure he was still breathing, and smiled when he was. She closed the doors and walked to the cafeteria to find the rest of the Martin; it was his turn next.
Martin walked down the hall to Danny's room. He had no idea what he was going to say. He never had to do anything like this before. Finally, reaching the doors to Danny's room, he heaved a sigh, wincing slightly from the pain in his side. Even though he was shot a month ago, it still hurt. Walking into Danny's room, he strolled to the empty seat by his head. For about ten minutes, all Martin did was stare at Danny and think. Finally, he thought of what to say.
"Hey, buddy, how's it going? Listen, I heard that you felt guilty to what happened to me. Please don't be. Nothing was your fault, so don't blame yourself. I'm the one who should feel guilty; maybe if I drove around the van, none of this would never happened." He took Danny's hand and he looked at Danny. He looked sick and in so much pain. Tears threatened to escape, so he tried to finish up quickly.
"Please get better, Danny, and don't you think about quitting." Martin squeezed Danny's hand and stood up. He left the room and headed back to where the team was. He approached Jack and said,"Listen, uh, I'm gonna head home, get refreshed. Let me know if anything changes with Danny's condition." Jack nodded and watched as Martin left. Then he saw Vivian get up to go have her turn with Danny.
Vivian walked down the hall slowly, to have more time to gather her thoughts. She couldn't stop second guessing herself; that she should have talked to Danny before the incident with Ryan Wallace. Finally reaching Danny's room doors, she stepped inside quietly. The only sounds were the the beeping of the heart monitors and clicking of the ventilator breathing for Danny.
"Oh, Danny," Vivian sighed as she sat down in the worn-out chair and took his hand. She stroked it as she watched him breathe.
"Danny, sweetie, you need to get better so I can tell you how sorry I am. I should have talked to you about what happened in the ambush. I could see that you felt guilty about what happened to Martin, and you were letting it get in the way of your focus and safety. You know you can always come to me when-" but she was cut short when Danny's eyes slowly opened and his heart rate became faster.
"Danny? Danny can you hear me?" she yelled.
Danny's POV
He could hear voices, but he couldn't tell who they belonged to. The first voice he heard was soft and gentle. He could feel someone stroking his head and holding his hand. Sam. It had to be. Five minutes later the stroking stopped and he felt Sam kiss him on the cheek. Where was she going? Please stay with me, don't leave me alone.
Then he heard another voice; it was deeper and it was either Jack or Martin. Then the person started talking about the ambush and getting shot. It was Martin. Why would he come to see him at the hospital, when he never visited him? He didn't deserve pity. Martin squeezed his hand and left. He was alone once again. Suddenly he heard a voice that was very familiar. Viv! Oh, god, Vivian, please get me out of here. I don't deserve to be taken care of... she's blaming herself for not coming to talk to me. Viv, it's not your fault; everything is my fault, don't blame yourself. He had to wake up. He could stand the darkness any longer. He tried to open his eyes, but they were so heavy. Why am I so weak, come on Danny! He tried again and he could finally see light, but feeling started returning. Pain, so much pain in his chest. He couldn't breathe, why couldn't he breathe? There was something in his throat that was stopping him from breathing. Vivian, please help me!
Vivian was horrified at what she was seeing. Danny was convulsing and he was gagging as he struggled to breathe. His eyes were, now, open in panic. Tears were flowing out onto his pale face.
"Danny, Danny! Calm down, you're in a hospital! We found you, you're okay!" Vivian said as she tried to calm him down. She saw Danny's hand go for the tube, attempting to take it out. She grabbed his wrist and laid his arm back onto the bed.
"Danny, that's helping you breath. The doctor will be in here soon to take it out. Just please calm down!" Danny calmed a bit, but he kept convulsing. Vivian wished the doctor would hurry up.
