Danny was kneeling beside Lindsay, pressing his shirt against her stomach. Lindsay seethed in pain. Danny's hearts raced anxiously. Lindsay was losing too much blood. His shirt was completely soaked. Whatever it was absorbing was now running down Lindsay's side, gathering on the floor. If she lost any more blood, she wouldn't survive.
Danny carefully looked at his phone. It was concealed beneath Lindsay's hand, out of Stephen's line of sight. Mac had sent a response. He nodded to Lindsay. Her fingers moved along his key pad and opened the text.
Snipers coming. Hold on.
Danny nodded slightly. "Easier said than done, Mac."
"What did he say?" Lindsay whispered.
Danny scanned his eyes around the room briefly. "Snipers."
"Stephen will hide from the windows." Lindsay replied.
Danny nodded. "Then we'll have to get him to them."
Lindsay swallowed. "How bad is it, Danny?"
"Aww, it looks worse than it is." Danny answered.
"Did I ever tell you how bad you are at lying to me?" Lindsay whispered.
Stephen chuckled darkly. "I doubt she last the full hour. Any more loss of blood and the floor will be a new color."
"Don't listen to 'em babe. You're gonna be fine." Danny said. He looked around the room. He needed something more to stop the bleeding. There had to be something in this place he could use.
"My, my, she looks like a ghost, she's so pale. She might not even make half an hour." Stephen said.
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Danny yelled.
Stephen aimed the gun, only inches from Danny's head. "Care to say that again?"
Danny's eyes caught sight of rags stacked off in a pile across the room. He stood up slowly. "Believe me, I have a few more words I'd love to say to you." He turned from Stephen and hurried across the room. There was a pile of rags above the head of one of the bound S.W.A.T. members. He grabbed the rags and returned to Lindsay's side.
"I hope to god, Lucy doesn't get my temper." Danny said.
Lindsay smiled. "You'll have to watch yours carefully while she's growing up."
"You'll have to help me with that too, Montana." Danny replied.
"If she makes it." Stephen said.
Danny bolted to his feet. Stephen still held the rifle to Danny's chest. Neither one made a move, but their eyes matched each other's fierce glares. "Sit down."
"Why should I listen? You're just gonna kill us all anyways." Danny said.
Stephen pushed the barrel of the gun deeper into Danny's chest. The pressure caused Danny to take a few steps back. "You should learn, that there are things much worse than death." He stomped down on Lindsay's stomach. Lindsay cried out, coughing blood. Danny dropped down to her side, trying to help in some way.
"My son, will seem merciful, by the time I'm finished with you all." Stephen said.
Danny's body shook in anger, but he couldn't do anything. Not if he wanted Lindsay to survive. He needed to watch himself from now on. He had to keep calm. Only to keep Lindsay alive.
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wow, i never give Lindsay a break do i. i must have something wrong in my head.
i own nothing
