A/N: Decided to post this tomorrow, because it wasn't going to be posted tomorrow. I'll be off watching a certain football game :)
Disclaimer: Not mine :)
They stood like that for seemed like hours. However it was only about fifteen minutes. She didn't want to relinquish the tight hold she had on her husband however, she knew that if his family saw him in his current state, they would fear for his well-being as well.
"Danny, sweetie, we should get you cleaned up and your clothes washed. Also I think you…" Linda calmly stated. Her voice fading as she glanced at her husband again.
"I don't want to keep these clothes. I need to get them off, I need to burn them. I need to get rid of them…" Danny started to whisper to her.
If it weren't for the situation that they were in right now, she would be dragging him into the closest room. But as she is looking at the shell of her husband, she knows he is barely hanging on by a thread. "I will go grab a pair of scrubs for you. Danny, look at me, I have no idea what you saw out there. I don't want to know, but know this, I love you and I am going to stand by you," Linda explained.
"Love you too," Danny responded with a slight smile on his face.
"Love you more."
As she made her way to the locker room, she found herself thanking those above that Danny wasn't hurt. She knows if the suspect had not been cuffed, she would likely be the mess sitting out in the waiting room right now. Linda had to steady herself once she walked into the locker room and let a few tears run. She had to be her husband's rock right now. She had to be his anchor to everything. She knows Danny would not be able to survive losing another brother. She collects herself and walks back out to the ER waiting room.
"Here, the rest room is just around the corner. Go change; if you need anything just let me know. I am going to call Erin and your dad and have Nicky pick the boys up from school. If I hear anything, I will let you know," Linda tells him, hoping that she isn't the one that has to tell Danny the bad news.
"Are you going to tell him how bad it looked?" her co-worker Pria asks. "That Jamie is probably going to need a blood transfusion and that those are the least of the doctor's worries?"
"I don't know, Pria. I don't know," Linda quietly confesses. "I just hope I have some answers for him and his family. I can't stand to see him so broken."
However as soon as the words left her mouth, she saw Danny emerge from the in worse shape than he went in. Dressed in scrubs, eyes brimming with tears, she watched as Danny slid down the wall to the floor as if everything that had happened, was hitting him full force.