Hurting You, Killing Me

by KelciLynn

"I was supposed to be a superhero, and superheroes just don't cry. I'd had my fair share of cuts and bruises over the years, due to hunting ghosts. I'd been seriously maimed and not once had I shed a tear...until that night." If you had to choose between two people that you love, what would you choose?

16. A Convincing Lie

Hurting You, Killing Me

Chapter Fifteen:

Johnny's POV:

Kitty told me that Danny had assured her it was probably nothing and, somehow, we managed to convince ourselves that he was right. Danielle spent the rest of the night throwing up and by the next morning, she was exhausted. Kitty had fallen asleep at some point of the night next to Danielle on the bed. I dozed off once or twice, but I couldn't get myself to relax enough to really go to sleep. I spent most of the early morning holding back Danielle's hair, trying to let Kitty sleep.

By the afternoon of the next day, Danny had called twice. Danielle had been asleep during both times, and I'd rushed him off the phone, saying that she was asleep and I had stuff to do. I didn't want to talk to him, especially not about Danielle being sick.

Kitty woke up that evening, as I was attempting to cook dinner. "How is she?" she asked, sitting down at the bar.

"She's asleep. She still has a fever."

"Did she stop throwing up?"

"Only after she fell asleep."

"Maybe she'll feel better when she wakes up..."

"Maybe," I said, absently, pouring a box of spaghetti noodles into a pot of bowling water.

"Here, Johnny," Kitty said, taking the box out of my hand. "Let me handle that. You go and try to get some rest."

"I'm fine."

"You've been up all night, honey. Go relax." With that, she put both hands on my shoulders and shoved me out of the kitchen. I walked into the living room and sat down in the recliner After a little, Kitty walked in, "Dinner is ready."

"I'll go see if Danielle feels well enough to eat," I said, standing up.

I walked down the hall to Danielle's room. She was curled up on her side under the blankets, her face flushed. "Danielle, sweetie?" I whispered, tapping lightly on her shoulder.

"Dad- Johnny?" she asked.

"Yeah. Do you feel like eating anything?"

She shook her head and pulled her comforter tighter around her. I placed my hand on her forehead, "You still have a fever, baby. Does your stomach still hurt?"

"Yes," she answered quietly.

"Do you want to try to go back to sleep?"

She nodded, her eyes already closing. I leaned down and kissed her forehead before walking back into the kitchen. Kitty looked at me hopefully, but I only shook my head.