"Hey, Linda?" Danny wondered, the faintest bit of worry in his voice that Saturday night.

"Yeah? What's wrong?" She turned around and stopped cleaning the counter.

"I've got this stabbing pain in my lower left side. Right here," he pointed to the area that hurt. "I'm thinkin' it's maybe appendicitis?"

"That's a good theory... And I'm very proud of you for deducing that, but, uh..." Linda put her hand on her hip and leaned against the counter. Licking the corner of her upper lip, she continued, "there's only one problem."

"What's that?" Worry coated his face.

"Your appendix is on the other side."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Oh, thank goodness."

Linda laughed, "it's probably the stomach bug, nothing to worry about."

"Good, good."

Linda found her husband in the bathroom, hunched over the toilet. She cringed as he threw up his dinner. She kneeled next to him, put a hand on his shoulder. "You okay?"

Danny gestured to the toilet, then himself. He said nothing, but the sarcasm was evident.

"Right... do you have a fever?" She touched his forehead with the back of her hand; it was definitely hot and clammy. She double checked by pressing her cool hand to his cheek.

Without a word, she stood and grabbed the thermometer from the medicine cabinet. She returned to his side, "I'm gonna check your temperature, okay? Hold still."

Danny held still for her, waiting for the little beep of the thermometer.

"One hundred," she moved to his other side to get the other ear. "And one-oh-one." She stood again, "think you could handle some Tylenol?"

"Do I need that?" Danny finally stands as well, pushing down the wave of nausea.

"To keep the fever down, yes." Linda dispenses the Tylenol, gives it to her husband, and leads him to the bedroom. She hands him her thermos, "drink."

"But then you won't have any," he said, as if they didn't have at least three more thermoses in the cabinets downstairs.

"I'll get another one. Come on, take the pills."

He does, then tries to find the sweet spot on the bed. "You coming or what?"

"After a fill up a new thermos."

"But I'm sick," he gave her his best puppy dog eyes.

"I'll only be a few minutes." She rolled her eyes at his pout. "Fine." She gets in bed next to him, close enough to be cuddled but far enough for him to have space. "What am I gonna do with you?"

"I can think of some things." Even when sick, Danny had to make double entendres.

"When you're better," she promised. "Now try to get some sleep. You'll feel better in the morning."

"I will?"

"Probably. But if you're still puking and running a fever, you're calling in sick."

"Hey," Erin smiled at Danny the next day. "Feeling any better? You seemed... off yesterday."

"No." He plopped down in the seat in front of her desk.

"Still running a fever?"

"Pretty sure..."

"And Linda okayed you to go to work?"

"Uh, yeah. Of course she did." He scoffed.

"You snuck out?" Her jaw dropped open, "Danny Reagan!"

"You lived with me for how many years, and you're surprised by this?"

Erin shook her head. "... Not really."

"I'll be fine. Just a fever and stomach cramps. What's the big deal?"

Linda was mad at Danny for going to work when she said 'no'. It wasn't like they were in charge of each other- Danny didn't control Linda and Linda by no means controlled Danny. But she was a nurse, didn't he understand she did what was best for his health?

As she laid in bed next to her husband, she thought about what he said. I'm thinking it's appendicitis. She chewed her lip and looked at Danny. He had looked like he was in pain all day; maybe he was right. Maybe he did have appendicitis, in which case he'd have to go to the hospital. She wondered if he had been throwing up or experiencing nausea since Sunday. The only logical thing to do was wake him up and tell him.

"Danny," Linda whispered, lightly shaking his arm. After a few tries, her husband sort of woke up.

"Wha'?" Danny mumbled, annoyed that Linda had waken him up when he was having trouble sleeping.

"Remember how you said you had stomach pains and a fever?"

"Yeah..."

"Do you feel bloated and nauseous?"

"Yeah. So?" He wasn't registering what she was saying.

Linda didn't like that, "I think you've got appendicitis."

"Okay. Night." Danny rolled back onto his side, clearly exhausted.

"No! You need to get to a hospital. You said it's been going on for days. You need to get help."

"'Kay. Wha'ver. You're the nurse." Danny responded, half asleep.

Linda whimpered, annoyed that he wasn't cooperating. Maybe he's delirious. Therefore, not in his right mind.

"Hey," Linda smiled at Danny in the hospital bed. She had finally been able to get him up and to St. Vic's.

"Hey," He took her hand in his. "You saved my life."

"That's the pain meds talking." She blushed at the praise. "I just got you here in time. Your appendix almost ruptured."

"See? Life saver."

The nurse let out a small chuckle, "I'm just glad you're okay."

"I wouldn't be if it wasn't for you."

Blushing, Linda gave in, "fine. I saved your life."

"You did." Danny tugged on her arm, wanting her to sit with him. "All those years ago when you agreed to be my girlfriend." He kissed her cheek.

She snorted, "You're adorable."

"You're amazing."

Laughing, Linda stated, "I am pretty great... I love you."

"I love you more."

"I love you most." She kissed his lips.

He frowned when she stayed rooted to her spot, picking at the skin on her thumb. He wished she didn't tear her skin like that. "Linda."

She looked at him, then down to her thumb where he had pointed. "Oh. Sorry." She waved her hand dismissively before shoving it into her pocket.

He knew that wasn't going to stop her. "C'mere."

She hesitated only a minute before sitting down next to him. He held out his hand for her, and she sighed, placing her right hand in his.

"Talk to me." When she didn't say anything, he kissed her cheek, silently telling her it was okay.

"I just feel stupid, that's all."

"Why?"

"Well..." Linda was quiet for quite some time, thankful Danny never rushed her to get her thoughts out. "I'm a nurse, Danny! I should've known right away that you had appendicitis!"

"It's okay, honey. You said sometimes sicknesses disguise themselves as regular things."

That wasn't exactly what she had said, but she got his point.

"Don't beat yourself up over this." When she didn't respond, he put his chin on her shoulder, and pouted. In a funny, cartoon-y voice, he pleaded with her. "Pwease, baby, pwease don't be sad. Puh-leeeeze."

"Okay, okay! Geez, stop It," she laughed as she turned her head and put up her hand to block his face. "I just feel stupid when I miss such an easy diagnosis like appendicitis. Everyone knows that one! Including you! Uh, no offense."

"None taken." Danny smiled at his wife, but didn't say a word.

"What?" She laughed a little nervously when he remained quiet. "What?"

"I love you. Very much. Misdiagnosis... ses... and all."

She smirked and rolled her eyes. "But what if the diagnosis was something worse than appendicitis, and you died?"

"Then I'd come back to haunt you."

She shook her head, "note to selves: unless It's period pain, any cramping in your stomach requires further investigation."

"Noted. Now, here are my demands..."

"Demands?"

"Yes, while I'm sick. For starters..."

Linda laughed at Danny's made-up-on-the-spot list. Danny was right- she shouldn't be worrying about this. After all, he was healthy and clearly happy; what did she have to fret about?