Hellloooo! By the by, I know I keep saying things like this, but I do get frustrated when my stories don't really fit in with the actual tv series, so consider this story in the future, i.e after all the Sheldon trauma and Danny trauma etc etc (don't want to actually say it in case spoil it for other people, you know what I mean.) lots of love xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

p.s don't know anything about hospitals.

Help

Danny woke with a start as he heard someone try the lock on the door. He stayed still, listening intently, there was the scratching noise again, as if someone was trying to pick the lock. Danny crept towards the hall, and reached for his gun that was lying on the table. He held it behind him as he moved slowly towards the door. There was a thump from the other side and Danny froze. Nothing happened. He put his hand cautiously on the doorknob and turned it. As he opened the door, he could feel a weight against it, and as he carefully pulled the handle towards him Sheldon's body fell onto the hall floor at his feet.

Time stopped.

For a second Danny couldn't breathe, he just stood there and stared at Sheldon's blood covered face, his lip and eye swollen, cuts and bruises going every which way across that gentle face. And as Danny stood there, he gradually realised that Sheldon's chest was rising, up and down, up and down. Danny dropped his gun and fell to his knees, raising Sheldon's head from the carpet.

"Sheldon…Sheldon…come on buddy wake up, wake up…Sheldon…" Danny patted his friend's cheek desperately, pulling Sheldon closer into his arms. "come on Sheldon, don't do this to me buddy, come on…come on…wake up…please…" Sheldon's eyelids fluttered and the eye that wasn't swollen shut started to focus and look up at Danny's panicked face.

"….Danny….ah…"Sheldon groaned slightly as he shifted.

"What happened? Who did this to you?" Danny could feel his anger rising. "Come on Sheldon tell me, I'll find them, I'll get them…" he could feel hot tears welling up but he refused to let them fall at the sight of his broken friend. "Sheldon…"

"….help….me….hurts….so bad……Danny…."Sheldon's eyelid flickered shut and his head tipped backwards over Danny's arm.

"No! No! Sheldon, wake up! Wake up!" Danny franticly shook Sheldon to no avail. He looked up as though asking Sheldon's home for help. It gave him the answer.

It was a slow night at the hospital. In a good way. Fortunately not lot of A&E's had happened, there were quite a few interns and doctors hanging around outside the entrance to A&E, drinking coffee, smoking. One intern turned to view the sky, a remarkably clear night and as he looked across New York City, he saw a black car pull into the hospital car park hurriedly. A man jumped out and ran across to the other door, which he opened and pulled out what seemed like a rag doll, until the intern realised it was a person.

"Dr Roberts!" the doctor turned and immediately several people ran across the car park to help the man struggling to carry his half dead friend.

A hospital bed was brought out and Danny lay Sheldon down on it. He ran with the doctors as they wheeled Sheldon into A&E, asking him questions, asking Sheldon questions, to which Sheldon made no reply, but he was still vaguely conscious. In the bright white light of the hospital corridors Sheldon looked even worse than before, every cut, every angle of his body, every bloodstain on his clothes was suddenly very real to Danny, where before he had been in almost a kind of limbo, not really believing what was happening, now Danny could feel the full horror of the attack on his friend. The doctors started to wheel Sheldon further away from Danny.

"No! I have to be with him, I have to make sure he's ok…" Danny fought the nurses holding him.

"Please, Mr Messer, we'll take good care of him." Sheldon was getting further and further away from Danny, but he turned.

"How do you know my name?" the intern looked sympathetically at him.

"You told us Mr Messer. And your friend's name. You made sure we knew." The intern slowly let him go as Danny saw Sheldon's head disappear behind another set of hospital doors.

The wait was unbearable. Not knowing what had happened to Sheldon, not knowing if he should call someone, Sheldon's family, Mac, Don….so many thoughts were running through Danny's head. That phone call that was suddenly cut off…

"Mr Messer?" Danny's head jerked up and he rose as the doctor stood before him.

"Ye-…hm…yeah, that's me." It took Danny a while to find his voice, he felt he couldn't even remember what speaking was like. "Is he ok?"

"He is recovering," the doctor spoke in that slow determinate way that was ever so uncomfortable. "But I suggest that the police become involved. I have spoken to Mr Hawkes--"

"he's awake?"

"Yes, and his family have been informed--"

"I have to talk to him. Please. He's my friend." The doctor hesitated. Danny gazed at him pleadingly. "He's my friend." He repeated. There was nothing else he could say. The doctor slowly nodded.

Danny was led down the corridor to a small room, it was a short corridor but it felt like an age, Danny couldn't remember being this afraid for Sheldon before, except for when he saved Sheldon's life underwater, but down there they were together throughout the whole ordeal, here, whatever had happened, it had only happened to Sheldon. He entered the room, and the nurse left to give them some privacy. Sheldon looked lost in all those white covers, the tubes that were linked up to his nose and arms, the breathing machine…Danny leant on the rails of the bed, gazing down at the dark face, battered and bruised. Sheldon had cuts all over his arms, knife cuts. Danny found himself analysing Sheldon's wounds, asking himself what kind of knife, wondering if there was any trace in Sheldon's grazes, defence wounds…of those there were many. Sheldon's eyes were closed, Danny could see bandages under Sheldon's hospital gown. He leaned forwards and whispered.

"Hey, Sheldon, it's me, Danny. I'm here." There was no reply. Danny sat in the chair beside the bed and held Sheldon's swollen hand. "Sheldon, I promise you, whatever happened, I'm gonna make sure whoever did this to you doesn't get away with it, I promise, Sheldon…" Silence, except for the breathing machine. "Sheldon…" Danny squeezed Sheldon's hand gently. There was a moment's pause. Danny stroked Sheldon's swollen fingers, fighting back tears.

"Danny…" Danny looked up immediately. Sheldon's eyes were open, gazing at him. Under the breathing mask Danny could see Sheldon was smiling a little.

"Are you ok?"

"….yes…."

"What happened?" Danny leaned in closer. "Who hurt you?" Sheldon's eyes closed and opened.

"I don't know," he replied softly, "but….you should call Mac…" his voice faded away.

"Why?" Danny whispered urgently "Why? Sheldon tell me--"

"He….Danny, he…" Sheldon turned his head to see Danny better and looked him straight in the eye. "I….I was raped."