Fears: Chapter Nineteen
A/N: Sorry it's been so long. I've had extreme writer's block and then my laptop broke. So here's a new chapter and any ideas you have would be totally appreciated.
Danielle's POV:
Immediately after the words left my mouth, I regretted saying them. I hadn't meant them to come out that sounding the way they did. Now I was stuck in a situation I didn't want to face.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean that. I just, I meant. I don't want to have to live up to what you are."
"What do you mean, sweetheart?" Danny asked.
"You're a hero. I'm not. I don't want to be, either. I just want to be normal."
"No one is going to expect you to be a hero, honey. I promise. I won't expect you to be just like me."
"I know," I said, sighing. "I just..."
"I understand," he said, stroking my hair back away from my face. "Try to get some rest, baby."
I leaned back against the pillows and closed my eyes, falling quickly to sleep.
Danny's POV:
Once Danielle had fallen to sleep, Frostbite walked back into the room. "When can I take her home?" I asked.
"I'd like to keep her at least until tomorrow," he replied. "I would also like to run another few test on her, if that's alright, of course."
"That's fine," I said.
Frostbite prepared another syringe, picked up Danielle's arm, and took another sample of blood; this time, it did come out the color of blood. Danielle let out a small whimper and shifted, but did not wake up.
Frostbite left the room again and I lowered myself slowly into the chair beside Danielle's bed. Sam walked around and touched my cheek, I leaned into her. "I'm so worried."
"I know, sweetheart," she said. "But everything will be okay."