"Come on Danielle," Rick murmured after a couple of minutes, during which Danielle had sipped water and hacked air back into her lungs. As gently as he could, Rick helped her to her feet. "I'll take you to the hospital."
Danielle didn't even think about objecting. She reflected how the old her would've done just that, snapping at him to, "Get off," or, "Stop being so patronising! I'm fine!"
Not this time she wouldn't. Still clutching the water bottle, she leant on him for support. She heard the slight clinking of chains which told her Michael was still there, but he was facing away from her. She was in too much shock and pain to think about it right then, though.
"We've got you," Joanne murmured, coming to Danielle's other side.
"Doc," Rick said to Dr Loomis. "I'm taking Danielle to hospital, just to get looked and checked over."
"Do you want me to get you a Smith's Grove car?"
"No doc, we're going in my personal vehicle. It's fine."
Even through her pain and wildly running emotions, Danielle couldn't help the rush of affection and gratitude at these words. It told her just how voluntary she was, not to mention Rick's friend, not just a patient. There was also the fact Dr Loomis was allowing this without hesitation, if she had still been a locked in patient, she highly doubted that would've happened. She would probably have had to go in a secure ambulance or something, with about 6 armed guards!
Instead, Dr Loomis simply pulled out a radio, and was just about to call for backup guards for the bloc, when the yard door opened, and William and Mel appeared.
"I know we're meant to be on late shifts," Mel said. "But it seems we're both a bit early, perfect timing."
Rick ran inside, telling them he'd be right back, he was going to bring his car outside the block, as it would be easier for Danielle. When he returned a few moments later, Danielle almost started crying with gratitude, when, not even in their uniforms, Mel and William joined Joanne in supporting her out to the car, it's engine already running.
"Steady," William murmured, as another wave of dizziness threatened to hit her. Joanne and Mel also tightened their arms around her. "Slow and steady does it. You'll be alright, Danielle."
They reached the car, and all three guards helped her into the passenger seat, Joanne jumping in behind her. She slammed her door shut and Rick floored the accelerator, shooting towards the main gates.
"Won't they have to authorise…" Danielle tried to whisper, but it was too painful. Thinking fast, she took a leaf out of Michael's book, pulled out her phone and texted Joanne.
Won't the gate have to authorise us leaving?
"No," Joanne said a second later. "You're voluntary, remember? That changes everything. You can now come and go as you please. Though if you were paying, it would mean a higher bill." Danielle managed a faint smile. Dr Stark truly was an angel.
I really appreciate this, thank you, Rick, Joanne."
"Nothing to thank us for," Rick said, after Joanne read the text out loud. "You're our friend now too, Danielle. We both want to make sure you're ok. How are you feeling?"
Dizzy and my throat hurts like a motherfucker!"
Rick and Joanne both chuckled at this, and even Danielle managed a small smile again.
Sorry.
"Hey, you swear as much as you need to," Joanne said. "I know I would in your shoes!"
Shit! I know people, not necessarily you two, are now going to ask me if I'm angry at Michael or blame him for this. I can't even think straight right now, though.
"Then don't," Rick said, speeding onto the highway. Danielle didn't even realise how quickly they got out of Smith's Grove. A guard had merely searched Rick's trunk and let them go. "Give yourself some time, you need to deal with the shock first, I have no doubt you're in shock and I'm no medic."
Yeah, I guess you're right. Um, I'm guessing we don't reveal names to the doctors? Like, I just say a patient grabbed me round the neck? I can't imagine they'd react too well if I walked in saying, "Hi, yeah, I was grabbed round the neck by Michael Myers! Can you help me?" They'd probably call the cops, even though Michael's locked up! Peters' springs to mind!"
Joanne and Rick chuckled. "Nice to see you haven't lost your sense of humour," Joanne said. "Yes, you are right, we don't reveal names. The doctors and nurses didn't know it was the late Chancer who attacked Rick." Danielle nodded.
We're not going all the way to Haddonfield hospital, are we?
"Oh gosh no," Rick said. "There's a local one about half an hour away, where I went in that ambulance that day."
I'm surprised you didn't agree to a Smith's Grove car, lights and a siren, that would've been fun!
The other two laughed, seeing her faint smile. "Yes," Joanne said. "We should've thought you'd enjoy that; you'd probably keep fiddling with the siren button and the PA system button!"
They have a PA system. Awesome! Damn, why didn't you book one?
"So, sorry your majesty," Rick laughed. "Is my beat-up old car not good enough for you? I see what Nigel meant. We certainly did have royalty on that shuttle that morning after the execution!"
Danielle couldn't help it, she started to laugh. It hurt, a lot, but she couldn't stop. Rick squeezed her hand, Joanne her shoulder, as they both smiled at and with her. When she'd eventually got herself under control, she took another long sip from her water bottle.
…
"Michael?"
The killer didn't as much as move. He'd slumped onto his bench at his end of it and didn't as much as look up at the sound of his doctor's voice. Dr Loomis sat down beside him, lightly tapping his arm. When he did turn his head slightly, Dr Loomis pushed a cup of coffee into Michael's hand. The killer raised an eyebrow ever so slightly.
"What?" Dr Loomis asked him. Michael pulled out his notepad and pencil.
No secure cup? That's a surprise.
"No, we don't need one, Michael. I'm trusting you, that's all. I'm not stupid, I saw the look of shock and anguish in your eyes just after it happened, was it hearing Josh's, thus Adam Dawson's voice? Did you just… snap?"
I suppose that is what you would call it. But the fact she was closest? I couldn't even think, I just… acted. Why did it have to be her? I could have killed her.
"But you didn't, that's the important thing."
I tried.
"I don't think you tried as fully as you might have before meeting her, Michael. She wasn't even unconscious; I don't think you would have made it fatal and gone all the way."
You have more faith in me than I do.
"You believe you might have?"
Michael sighed.
I don't know! But the fact I even tried is enough for me, I made the right decision in that letter you read out loud to her.
"What about her feelings though?" Dr Loomis asked, his voice gentle. "She might disagree, what will you do then?"
This is not up for debate.
"Michael, you can't look at it that way. Danielle has just as much right to feelings as you do. She is allowed to say her peace."
Of course she is, I would never deny her that, but what I'm saying is whatever she says won't change my mind. I can't risk it happening again, I will not do so.
"She loves you; you know. I don't think she'll take this lying down or quietly."
I am not exactly keen on it myself, but I have no choice. She must be protected from people like me. I can't risk it. I love her too, Dr Loomis, very much. That is why I am doing this. Seeing her being taken to hospital just now… I… it hurt in a way I have never felt before.
"So, that said, are you really going to throw everything you and Danielle had away, purely because of your pain? A little bit selfish, wouldn't you say?"
No, I would not say selfish. I would be selfish if I asked her to stay with me, and then it happened again. Most unlikely, but…
"You didn't consider this when you first got together with her, however. What was different then? You hadn't grabbed her by the throat, yes, but what fact wise has changed? Nothing. She knew the dangers, knew you weren't normal partner… material, but she loves you, Michael. I think you should at least let her talk to you about it. Partnerships are not decided by up to one person just like that. The very least you can do is here her out. You'd want her too if it was the other way around, wouldn't you?" Michael sighed quietly.
I suppose you're correct, but it won't change my mind. She's had enough violence already, I can't bear that I inflicted more on her just now, for whatever reason it was. I say again, I could have killed her.
"I say again," Dr Loomis echoed patiently. "That I really don't think you would've killed her, if it came to it. Come on Michael! She pulled your ears, I saw it, and you let her go like you'd been electrocuted or something! That's because you knew it was her when she did that. Before then, I don't think you were even focusing on who it was, your rage had taken over."
That does not mean I have to just accept it and let her put herself back into that danger.
"So, what if she tells you she loves you, doesn't care, knows you didn't mean to do it and begs you to stay, you're going to… what? Say no, purely based on what you want, what you think is best? What about Danielle, Michael? What about her feelings, her thoughts? By doing that, you're as good as saying what she thinks and feels doesn't matter, you've made your mind up and that's it. That, to me, is indeed selfish. You must at least wait until you've spoken with her before you say anything is concrete. Otherwise, you look very selfish. There's two of you in a relationship Michael, not one."
…
Two hours later.
Danielle sat in her room, finally able to try and process her feelings. Despite the shock, disbelief and hurt, she also could not deny that she felt very sad for Michael. It must have been the worst feeling in his life when he realised, he'd almost killed her, just as she'd known it would be. But she was not ready to accept the relationship was over, no way in hell! So, while she was hurt by Michael's words, she also understood them to some degree, although that didn't mean whatsoever, she agreed with or liked them. She would sure have something to say to him when they did talk.
Joanne was sitting beside her, her hand resting on Danielle's arm to show she hadn't moved. Neither woman had spoken since they and Rick returned to Smith's Grove, and Danielle was grateful for this. Joanne was waiting for her to speak only when she was ready to.
"The worst thing about all this is I kind of understand," she said finally, her voice quiet, as talking normally was way too painful just then. But she didn't particularly want to continue texting. "I can see exactly where Michael's coming from. But damn it, he's not Adam! He talks about inflicting more violence on me, Adam enjoyed inflicting violence, Michael feels terrible about it, that's the difference, huge difference."
"I know," Joanne murmured. "I can tell you know he was white in the face after he realised and that was his tear you felt hit your cheek."
"Yeah, I guessed that, I feel bad for Dr Loomis as well having to read that out."
"Yeah, he didn't look happy about it. But would you rather he'd lied about what it said?"
"Oh no, I appreciate he didn't. I just feel sorry for him having to read that."
That was when the wave of tears hit her. Before she could help herself, she was crying, hard. Joanne immediately put her arms around her and pulled her into a hug, just as she had done before. Murmuring soothing words, she gently rubbed her back. "Men are idiots," she said, and Danielle managed a tiny laugh. "Maybe Michael didn't mean it, he was just upset."
"No, I know he did," Danielle sobbed. "That letter made too much sense to have been written in cold blood so to speak. But damn it! I want him to understand that I don't care! He didn't mean to do it; I was just closest. I love him, get it? He can't leave me at the first hurdle!"
"If that's how you feel, then you should tell him. There's no crime in doing so. It might not change his mind, but at least he'll know how you feel."
Danielle dissolved into tears again, and Joanne resumed rubbing her back. "Shh. Do you want me to call Dr Stark, sweetheart?"
"No," Danielle just managed when she could speak again. "I know she's on leave today and as I'm now voluntary I don't want to run to her every time there's a problem, I must deal with it myself! I know there's no shame in talking to her, but I'll wait until she's back in to do that if I need to."
"Ok, but Dr Loomis told me to tell you he's more than happy to talk to you if you want to."
"I'm in no fit state right now," Danielle said, unable to stop crying. "Look at me, I'm a mess!"
"There's no shame in crying," Joanne said sternly. "Let me guess, that piece of shit told you not to cry, right? I think you mentioned that before. He's a cruel… sorry, he was a cruel bastard! Now he's a beheaded cruel bastard!"
This time Danielle's laugh was a little more genuine. "Fair point," she sniffled. After a moment, she asked the question she was afraid of asking, because she knew she'd feel her heart break again then and there. "Where is Michael?"
"I think he's talking it through as well… or rather writing it. I'm not sure to who though, probably Dr Loomis."
"That makes sense. Joanne, please can I have a hot chocolate?"
"Of course you can! Coming right up. Who needs a man, just drink hot chocolate!" Again, Danielle managed to chuckle. Joanne headed to the door.
"Do you mind coming back with it? I… I don't want to be alone right now."
"Of course, I was already planning on it. Give me two ticks." She was gone.
Danielle leant against the soft wall, the very one against which Michael had once kissed her hungrily. Damn, memories of him were all over this room. She appreciated his promise she would have a friend for life but damn it she didn't want him as just a friend! He was her best friend, the man she loved, and Danielle Avery decided right then she wasn't going to let him go without a damn good fight.
She again read the Braille on the huge box of strong painkillers the doctors had given her, considering taking one. As soon as she'd said she was voluntary, and the fact neither Rick or Joanne had been wearing their equipment seemed to confirm to them this was indeed true, they'd spoken only to her and been nothing but kind. She could only take two of every six hours, but so far, they weren't working very well. She knew it was because they were still going round her blood stream, but she wished they hurry the fuck up!
When Joanne returned with her hot chocolate including whipped cream and marshmallows even chocolate buttons on top, Danielle took a sip of it. Even now she couldn't resist a soft, "Yum," of pleasure as the warm liquid soothed her throat, which made Joanne chuckle. Then, standing, Danielle walked to the door and pulled it closed, putting up the soundproof screen from the control panel by the bed. Sitting down next to Joanne, (they were sitting on the bed not the double seat that would've been too painful and they both knew it,) Danielle started talking through her plan to get Michael Myers back at her side as the love of and for the rest of her life.
…
"Adam?"
Adam Hughes turned at the sound of his name and saw Dr Loomis walking towards him, Josh at his side. He'd told both most of what had just happened, and they had been horrified, but he assured them Danielle was ok as Michael, just very upset. He did not tell them about the letter Michael had written to Danielle, that was theirs to tell, not his.
"Hello Dr Loomis, how can I help you?"
"Michael wishes to talk to you."
"Michael does?" Hughes was surprised. He hadn't expected Michael to ever ask to speak to him. Sure, he'd thanked him for helping Danielle, but Hughes had got the distinct impression the killer still didn't trust him.
"Yes," Dr Loomis smiled a little. "Now if you're not willing to do it right now I'll more than understand, but we will put glass between you and…"
"Ok let me stop you their Doc," Adam smiled at the Psychiatrist. "I have no problem talking to him if that's what he wants, no need for glass. From what you're saying, he truly regrets it."
"Oh yes," Dr Loomis confirmed. "He couldn't have made that up, he was white as a sheet. Michael Myers is not an actor."
Adam chuckled. "So based on that I'm sure I'm safe. Where is he?"
Dr Loomis hesitated for a moment before replying. "He's in one of the offices. But Adam, I'm seriously tempted to have some kind of security considering…" he stopped as Adam gave him a, 'don't,' look.
"Listen, I'm a DV worker. If there is security while talking to me it'll hardly make Michael trust me, will it? I know those offices have panic buttons, I'll be fine doc. Please don't, I want to help Michael, I really do."
The doctor sighed. "Ok, I take your point. But I am going to handcuff him, ok? No leg shackles, no glass, just handcuffs."
"That's fine," Adam nodded. Dr Loomis could tell Hughes didn't like it, but he could not leave Michael with the DV worker alone without at least cuffs and keep a clear conscience.
They entered the office where Michael was sitting at the table, a cup of coffee in front of him. He hardly looked up as the two men entered. Dr Loomis gently cuffed Michael, and the killer made no attempt to resist.
"Are they too tight?" Dr Loomis murmured. Michael couldn't look at him and Dr Loomis felt his heart crack. "Michael?"
He received an ever so slight shake of the head in response and squeezed his patient's shoulder. "Ok." He left, closing the door behind him, but not locking it.
Adam sat down across from the killer with his own coffee. "Are you ok?"
Michael's eyes rested on his face, and Hughes was shocked, though he tried to hide it. Michael's gaze was not cold, intense as it had been before. Now, it was shocked, disbelieving, agonised. Adam felt his own sympathy rising. He couldn't stop himself when he reached over and laid a hand on Michael's cuffed arm.
"Danielle's ok," he said softly. "She'll be fine. They got back from the hospital about fifteen minutes ago. She's just upset, and she misses you."
Michael scoffed and his eyes narrowed in a glare. "No, I'm serious," Adam said, still not removing his hand from Michael's arm. "She does. She wants you to be beside her." Michael looked at him sceptically, then raised a piece of paper.
She told you that.
"Not in so many words, but it's obvious just from looking at her. You asked to talk to me, I'm here to listen.
Have you been told what happened?
"Between you two? Yes. That's why I told you she's fine, just a bit shocked.
I bet she hates me, right?
Adam laughed; he couldn't help it. "Hell no! Michael, she wants you beside her right now, she's in floods of tears! Dr Loomis told me. Joanne's with her now trying to comfort her. She's not crying because of what happened, she's crying because you're not with her."
You don't know the whole story, do you?
"Is there more to it?" Michael scoffed again.
You could say that! I ended our relationship because of this! I can't let her love me if I've tried to kill her! She was just closest to me and…
Adam didn't press him, just waited as Michael slammed his hand down on the desk so hard it shook. Adam didn't flinch, and a few seconds later the door opened slightly, and Rick looked in. Michael gestured to him, and the guard came in and sat down beside Adam. Adam couldn't deny he felt gratitude for Rick, the guard would've protected him if he'd had to. But Adam hadn't flinched because he didn't think Michael would hurt him at all.
"What made you need to kill?" Adam asked very quietly. "What brought it on?"
Michael slammed the table again, almost knocking over the coffee cups. Rick moved to his side and put an arm around his shoulders. Normally a patient would've been reprimanded for signs of violence like hitting a table, but Rick felt nothing but sympathy and would never have even dreamed of doing that.
The first thing Danielle had done upon their return was beg Dr Loomis not to put Michael in solitary. He'd pulled her into a hug, lowering his head so her hands were on his ears. "Feel my, "Nice' ears." Of course I won't put him in solitary."
"Can you tell me that?" Adam murmured. "What made you so angry?"
Michael made to hit the table for a third time, and Rick gently restrained him by holding his cuffed arms. Michael didn't try to struggle, he just slumped back and sighed.
Dawson! I don't trust him!
"Josh?" Adam asked.
Who else? The very same. He has Dawson's voice, and he damn well knows it! I don't trust him not to use it to hurt her further. Yes, she may not be my partner anymore, but I deeply, deeply care about her, and he could do so much damage so easily! It's him I wouldn't hesitate to kill if he tried a single thing. So, I heard his voice and it just… I snapped.
"Thank you for telling me that," Adam said. "I appreciate it. But you could've argued so could I have, with my name. Josh has his voice; I have his name. Yet I haven't done."
Why do you think I didn't trust you? But when I saw Danielle really starting to, I did the same. You are a trained Domestic Violence worker; this is your job.
"Which I also appreciate, thanks. So, by that same token, Dawson won't harm her either."
How can you be so sure?
"Just because he's Adam's brother, doesn't mean he's like him. Is that why you think he might?"
Damn it, no! It's his voice! He sounds and looks, although Danielle wouldn't know that of course, just like Adam! Yes, ok you could've done damage with your name, but he could and might do considerably worse having Adam's voice! Don't you understand?
"Of course I do," Adam nodded. "But I really don't think he will. Listen, Josh and I have worked well together, and Danielle's made huge progress since we started working with her as a duo. She was doing well before, but Josh having Adam's voice has helped enormously."
She did say that.
"That she was making good progress?" Michael nodded. "There you go then, why would she make that up?"
I'm not saying she made it up, damn it! I'm saying that he could just be waiting to make his move and then hurt her really, badly! As I say she's not my partner anymore, but that doesn't mean I don't want to protect her!
"You want what I truthfully think, Michael?" The killer nodded again. "I think you are the one who could do the most damage by doing as you have and ending the relationship. She adores you we all can see that. You are ending it because of this could do way more damage than Josh Dawson ever could." He looked up and saw Rick nodding to him in agreement. Michael saw it too.
You're both crazy!
"Michael," It was Rick who spoke now. "She loves you, my man. You have helped her through so much since she's been here, and let's not forget," he lowered his voice. "You also killed Adam Dawson, not to mention two others who did things against her. You are ending your relationship could do so much more damage than anything else." Michael sighed again.
I can't let her love me; I almost killed her. She deserves much better than that!
"That's what you think," Adam said. "But have you asked her if that's how she feels? Again, just being honest Michael, you are almost… I said almost, doing as Adam did. You are taking the decision away from her whether she can love you or not." Rick was nodding for a second time. "I know you don't want to hear this," Adam continued. "But that's how I see it. You haven't even spoken to Danielle about it? You just ended the relationship?"
With a sigh, Michael produced the letter Dr Loomis had read to Danielle and handed it to Adam. There was silence as the DV worker read it. "Yep," he said finally. "That's exactly what you're doing. You should talk to her at least."
Even if she says she still loves me, I can't let that change anything! I can't! Like I've said, hasn't she had enough violence already?
"But isn't that her choice to make?" Adam murmured. "Or at least discuss with you? You're taking every decision away from her, without even giving her a chance to say her piece to you."
There was a long silence, but neither of the two men broke it, waiting. The killer's face was its usual blank, but they were sure he was thinking over Adam's words. Finally, he glared at both. Damn you.
Rick and Adam chuckled. "Is it hard when you know we're right?" Rick said. Now Michael reached over and lightly slapped Rick's arm, his cuffs clinking slightly.
So, what, exactly, are you suggesting? That I go back to her and say I'll be with you if you really want, but I don't think it's a good idea?
"No," Adam shook his head. "You say you are apprehensive about continuing the relationship, that you still love her deeply, but after what happened you are afraid. That's the real emotion here Michael and we all know it! There is absolutely no shame in fear, even for Michael Myers! I'm sure Danielle knows that too. She's very sharp. You ask her what she thinks, how she feels about it."
So, you're honestly telling me that you think I should let her be with a killer who almost took her life?
"Michael," Rick said. "I was there, remember? She wasn't even unconscious. I don't really think you would've been able to kill her if it came to it. She was just the closest one in reach. It could've been me, Joanne, Adam, any of us and the same thing would've happened."
That's not the point, I still attacked her.
"Ok," Rick nodded. "I'll give you that. But if Danielle says she still wants to be yours, I don't think you have the right to take that away from her, at least not without discussing it. It's not like you've had a row or something, maybe then I'd understand if you were angry, but this is totally different. If you love her as deeply as you say and we've all seen you do, then you can't sit here and tell us you don't want to be with her."
Damn it, you are correct.
"I know," Rick said, but with no sign of smugness or teasing. "So go with it, Michael. She loves you; you love her. Ok this is rather… different to other relationship issues, but if you truly love each other you'll get through it. Plus, like I know Adam here would say, it's not like you're planning on doing it again, are you? It's not like it's an abuse cycle or something?"
No damn chance in hell.
"Exactly," Rick smiled at him now. "So don't let her get away, Mr. Myers."
Adam smiled at him. "You should consider a career as a DV worker Rick, that was a good argument." Rick grinned. "I'm just curious," Adam said after a moment, "as I wasn't there. What exactly did she do which made you release her? Or did you just realise it was her and let go?" Now Rick was sure he heard Michael chuckle a little, as did he.
What do you think? She pulled my ears.
Adam burst out laughing. "Sorry," he said when he could speak. "But of course she did. Good old Danielle," he said affectionately. "What else would she do to make you realise it was her? That's awesome! I love it!" Finally, he saw Michael giving him a very small smile.
"May I suggest you speak to Josh?" Adam said quietly after a few moments of silence while drinking their coffees. The other two men looked around at him in surprise.
"No, I'm serious," Adam continued. "It was so damn obvious you didn't trust me when you first met me, I'll never forget how cold your gaze was on me when we sat in the canteen that first night just before Ryan got hurt. I could almost hear you shouting KILL! But like you yourself said, Josh could do a lot more damage having the same voice as Adam, but just because he's his twin brother, doesn't mean he's anything like him. He's even working with Danielle and I to try and prove this to everyone. He's devastated by what Adam did. Also, look at their mother! She's got an artificial voice because of Domestic Violence for Christ's sake! Don't you think that family have been through enough? I honestly think you should give him a chance. I completely get why hearing Adam's voice might have made you snap, but he's, not, Adam!"
"He's got a point," Rick said after a second.
"We can stay here with you, but I really think you should talk to him," Adam continued. "At least give him the chance he deserves. Ok if he ever did do anything to Danielle, I don't think anyone here would try too hard to stop you attacking him. But he hasn't, and I don't believe he will. Yes, he looks and sounds identical to Adam, he would, they were twin brothers! But I say again, he's not Adam! Please, just humour me?"
Very slowly, Michael glanced over at Rick. The guard and his friend looked straight back, then nodded to him.
Fine. Where is he?
The two men read Michael's reply, before Adam stood up and left the office.
…
"How are you doing?"
Danielle looked up at the sound of Dr Loomis' voice from where her head was resting on Joanne's shoulder. "Not great," she admitted, her voice a hoarse whisper. Fuck her throat hurt!
"Can I come in? I've got some cream here I can apply to your neck to soothe the pain and help with bruising. I'm assuming the doctors gave you painkillers?"
Danielle held up the box and Dr Loomis glanced at it. "Good."
"Of course you can come in, why are you asking me? Hell yes, if it's like the cream you used on my vagina after I was raped that night, give me all you've got!"
Dr Loomis chuckled and entered. Joanne pushed Danielle's head back to her shoulder and Danielle gave her a grateful smile.
Dr Loomis carefully began to apply the cream. "Cold," Danielle gasped, causing the other two to laugh.
"Drink that hot chocolate," Dr Loomis instructed. "It'll soothe the inside of your throat."
"Thanks Doc," she managed to smile at him. Even while he was applying the pain relief, she was drinking.
"Is it bad?" She asked quietly, talking too loudly was exceptionally painful. "The bruising? Please tell me the truth?"
"It's…" Joanne hesitated. "It's pretty bad, but it's nowhere near as bad as it could've been."
Danielle chuckled. "Understatement of the century Joanne, I could've ended up in my coffin, that's how bad it could've been."
The other two smiled a little. "Fair point," Joanne squeezed her.
"You do have finger marks on your neck," Dr Loomis said. "But that's to be expected and it will bruise, as might your windpipe. But you're going to be ok. It'll take you a few days to get your voice back properly, so don't push it. You have Joanne's number, so I suggest if you need anything, text her even though she's right next to you."
"Good idea," Danielle whispered. "I did that on the way to the hospital."
"Starting again now," Dr Loomis said slightly sternly.
Danielle gave him a small smile again. "Yes Doc, sorry," she mouthed, before taking out her phone.
It's a good thing I'm not texting Michael right now, her first text read. Because if I was, I'd so be giving him a piece of my mind! Don't get me wrong we'll most certainly talk soon, but I'm going to give him some home truths! I'm not the Danielle who entered this hospital months before!
"Don't we know that sweetheart," Joanne said affectionately, pulling her into another hug. "You are so much stronger and a real fighter."
"Indeed, well said," Dr Loomis agreed. "As for telling Michael some home truths, I think you should do that. Tell him exactly how you feel. Can I ask you Danielle, how do you feel about what just happened?" Danielle sighed softly.
To be completely honest Joanne, Dr Loomis, I don't know. I don't hate Michael for what happened, because I truly don't believe he meant to do it. But he is sure one stubborn bastard! I get that he's never loved before, but he's taking the decision of how I'm going to deal with it out of my hands. What if it was the other way round, I'd grabbed his throat and then I said we can't stay together? What would he do? That's the only thing that's annoying me. Yes, it was terrifying, but I know something made him snap. I don't know what it was, but something did. If I had to guess, I'd say it was Josh's voice or something."
"You're right," Dr Loomis said. "He told Adam that hearing Josh's voice and by association Adam's, made him snap."
He told Adam. Hughes?
"I know, I was surprised too. But Michael obviously has come to trust him, and that's purely because of the help you have given him, and everything Adam has done for you."
So, I was right in what I thought, I was just closest?
"That's what I think too." Dr Loomis finished applying the cream, washed his hands at the sink and came back over to them. Now Danielle did laugh weakly as he knelt in front of her, took her hands and put them on his ears, before she softly pulled them.
"Ow," Dr Loomis said in mock agony and the three of them laughed in earnest. Even though it damn well hurt, Danielle couldn't stop. Now Dr Loomis hugged her.
I really don't want to be alone right now," Danielle admitted as he released her. I'm a mental and physical mess. Yes, I can't deny there is some anger at Michael, but not for the reasons you might think.
"Well, you have nothing to worry about there," Joanne said. "Because I'm not going anywhere."
Doesn't your shift end at…
"Now that's enough of that," Joanne said sternly. "Don't even type the rest of that. I'm staying as long as you need me too, even if that's until tomorrow. That's a promise.
I love you Joanne, with all my heart.
"You know sweetheart, I'm starting to think that might just be mutual. Now drink that hot chocolate, you hear. I'll get you another in a minute. Do as the good doctor here orders."
"Looks like you're in safe hands then, but of course I already knew that," Dr Loomis moved so she touched his ears again, gave her shoulder a squeeze and then left, as usual leaving the door unlocked.
…
Dr Destiny Hazard glanced at her laptop screen, overwhelmed but not surprised by the mountain of emails awaiting her. Although after a year's leave, she supposed it was to be expected. She had to give it to Smith's Grove's laptops, they weren't rubbish. She just to log in and connect to her home internet, and any updates came through along with the Emails. Hmm, a blind patient, Danielle Hayward. That was a new position for Smith's Grove to find itself in, and she hoped they were still following all the rules, disability or not. If she returned and found out they were being lenient with her, she would very quickly change that. She was only one exam away from being at Dr Loomis' level, so she would be respected just as he was.
Although she would never admit it, she also couldn't wait to get another look at Smith's Grove's incredibly sexy CEO, Barry Andrews. If she could just pluck up the damn courage, she would make her move. Yes, he was married, and she had a boyfriend, but, as she often thought at night as she fantasised about Andrews fucking her in various ways, just because I can't buy doesn't mean I can't borrow. Damn, she lusted the pants off that man. Apart from his good looks, he was the best CEO she'd ever worked for. He didn't take any bullshit and did not show leniency to any patient, no matter what. Rules were rules, and they were there to be followed.
She also couldn't wait to stop the guards from using a nickname for her she hated, and which was very disrespectful. How they'd found out, she didn't know. Because her father had been a medical examiner and her mother an undertaker, they'd had a dark sense of humour. Therefore, her full name was Destiny, Ella, Allyson, Tanya Hazard. So, when her whole name was put together it spelt D.E.A.T.H. As a result, she was dubbed Dr Death by the guards (behind her back of course,) but she was determined to catch them in the act and put them in their places for daring to disrespect a superior. Just because she'd been gone a year, if Smith's Grove had dared to relax, she'd work with Andrews to make damn sure every rule was being followed according to the book, no exceptions at all. She also consoled herself in the fact she wasn't alone in this. Her brother had also suffered their humour. Darren, Evan, Alan, Thomas, Hazard.
…
"Come on D, I have a surprise for you," Joanne said a few hours later. Danielle had been lying in her room, going between crying and anger. She couldn't pretend she wasn't angry at Michael for his decision to end it without even talking to her. When they spoke, she'd tell him as much too.
"What?" She asked, standing from her bed. Michael was now in the cell directly next to hers and Joanne had whispered to her that it was locked. That had made her sad too. She could only hope Michael hadn't taken too big of a step backwards due to today's events.
"Well, if I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?" Joanne said with a grin. "Come on and I'll show you."
Curious, Danielle stepped to the door, Joanne took her arm and led her out of the block, before a few minutes later they were boarding a shuttle. Danielle raised a mental eyebrow but didn't ask. However, she couldn't supress a slight leap of excitement. She loved surprises and of course Joanne knew this and had probably organised whatever she had purely to cheer her up.
"A certain Michael Myers couldn't take his eyes off you as you left," Joanne said to her in a confidential whisper as they pulled away, even though they were the only ones aboard. I'm telling you; he won't let this last."
Danielle scoffed. "Stubborn idiot. I know this is all new to him, believe me I get it, but… ug! It was my throat he grabbed, I'm the one who got hurt, and now he's making it even worse! God damn it!"
"I know," Joanne consoled. "How is your throat now?"
"Hurts like a motherfucker," Danielle admitted. "Bet it looks bad too, right?"
"Not… great," Joanne said hesitantly, and Danielle knew she was understating the truth. She wanted to be annoyed, but all she felt was love. Reaching over, she hugged her guard and friend as tightly as she could.
"Oof! Major squeeze!" Joanne gasped, but Danielle knew she was faking it and only hugged her tighter.
When the automated voice told them a few seconds later they were at the staff suites, Danielle really was surprised. Joanne guided her off and into one of them, unlocking it with a key. They walked into the lounge, through it and into the small kitchen, where Joanne put her hand on the huge table. Danielle now did gasp. It was covered in platters of food with steam rising from them. They were clearly freshly made. "What the…"
Joanne hugged her this time. "Dinner for just you and I, then we stay the night here. Figured you needed to get out of that block for a while."
"Thank you," Danielle felt suddenly close to tears again, but these ones were of gratitude. "Thank you so much."
"Hey," Joanne chided, but while hugging her again. "No more tears, come on now. Not tonight, forget about him!"
"Michael Myers isn't exactly easy to forget about," now Danielle managed a watery grin. "He's only the Boogeyman. The Shape,' and so on. Some people have even called him death himself."
"Fair point," Joanne smiled back. "But forget about him in a partner sense. Just give yourself time to think and cool off. If you want to talk further about it, I'm all ears, ears!" As she said this, she moved her head, so Danielle touched her ears. Now Danielle did laugh, she couldn't help it, before for the first time, she gently pulled them.
"Ow, ow, ow!" Joanne exclaimed. "I've lost my ears!" Danielle now burst out laughing, it was real, genuine and felt so good. Joanne laughed with her, before leading her to a seat at the table.
…
"Michael?"
When Dr Loomis had asked Rick to go and collect Michael from his cell, even the Psychiatrist had been apprehensive. Rick knew they were friends, but this was still Michael Myers. You didn't mess around with him if you wanted to live to talk about it. The killer looked up at him now, his face blank as usual, impassive. But Rick knew him better by now, and could almost see through it to the pain, guilt and regret he was really feeling.
"Come on my man," he said softly, opening the door and handcuffing Michael. Not tightly, but enough so if he absolutely had to, he'd have control. "You wanted to speak to Josh, he's in the office waiting."
The killer made no response of any kind, just followed the guard silently. Rick found himself thinking what it would be like if he was Michael's enemy, and the killer was stalking him. In the dark, completely silent, shit the very thought was terrifying! He'd probably be dead within minutes, guard or not.
That was when to his surprise, Michael lightly nudged his shoulder. Not a hard gesture whatsoever, but clearly trying to get his attention. "Hmm?" Rick asked, not realising how lost in his thoughts he'd been. As far as he could be due to the limit of the cuffs, Michael raised a piece of paper towards him. Dr Loomis had given him a notepad which he now always kept in his pocket with a pencil. No pens for obvious reasons.
I can see it in your face again, you are afraid of me.
"Um well yes," Rick said before he could stop himself. "You just grabbed someone's throat today pal. I'm not even talking about it being Danielle, it was fucking scary as hell! It could've been me! Like Adam asked, what made it so strong on this occasion? I'm your friend, you can talk to me if you want."
Not when you are looking at me like death is breathing down your neck.
"It… Kind of is," Rick thought, then realised with horror he'd said it out loud. "Look pal," he said, trying to amend his mistake. "You're Michael Myers, ok? Just your name brings fear to the ears of anyone who hears it spoken and with damn good reason! I…" he took a deep breath. "I'm not saying I believe you'll hurt me now, but that was some scary shit dude!"
How do you think I feel about it then?
"I know," Rick said. "I totally understand."
No Rick, you don't. I would feel just the same way had it been you, Jack, Joanne or Dr Loomis. Ok obviously not from the partner angle, but it would still be tearing me apart inside, and damn it we both know why! Or should I say who, is responsible for that! I still wonder what on earth she has done to me.
Now Rick couldn't help himself. Stopping, he pulled his friend into a hug. "Oh Michael," he said softly. "I know you would pal, and we all do. We care about you too. But…" he ran a hand through his hair. "Please you must understand… you have a… legacy, a name everyone knows, and most people fear. Yes, we are among the lucky and privileged ones who know the real Michael Myers, but that doesn't make you any less scary!" Michael sighed.
Ok, I'll give you that. But please stop looking at me like I'm going to attack you any minute. It's Pretty damn hard to do so with these cuffs on you know.
"Ha ha," now Rick smiled weakly, recognising Michael's dark humour. "But fair enough. I… I'm sorry. I'm not afraid you'll hurt me right now, I promise you I'm not."
Then relax, will you? As we walk on, stop looking over your shoulder as if for constant backup. Stop touching your holster. Your hand is shaking on these cuffs. Stop.
Rick stared at him, unable to speak for a second. He hadn't even realised he'd been doing any of those things. "Shit, I'm sorry," he said after a second. "I didn't even realise I was! I…" he was stopped, as Michael squeezed his arm.
Well now I've told you that you are, quit.
"Ok boss," Rick nodded, with no smile on his face this time. He truly would respect Michael's wishes. "Understood." They resumed walking.
When they reached the office, sure enough Josh and Adam were waiting for them. Josh to his credit Rick noticed, did not look nervous, just uncertain. Rick could understand that he'd feel at the very least uncertain too if Michael Myers wanted to talk with him. The two men took their seats across the table from Josh and Adam, and Michael took out his notepad.
"Hi," Josh said softly. "How can I help you, Mr. Myers?"
I am just going to tell you straight, cut to the chase if you will. I do not trust you, Mr. Dawson.
"I… I can understand that" Josh nodded. "Is it because I have Adam's voice?"
It is indeed, plus I do not believe you have Danielle's best interests at heart. We all know, all four of us in here, the damage you could cause to her with just your voice alone. I'll tell you now, if you attempt to do anything against her whatsoever, I will not hesitate to act. I think you understand what that means.
Josh swallowed hard but nodded. "Yes Sir, of course I do. But I can assure you I have absolutely no intentions of doing anything against Danielle. I've seen too much Domestic Violence in my own lifetime to want to commit any on anyone. Least of all Adam's biggest victim."
Then you'd better hope for your sake that you are telling the truth.
"Come on Mr. Myers," Josh kept the killer's eye contact, despite his cold glare. "I'm not Adam. I know I sound and look just like him man, but I'm not him."
"That's exactly what I said," Hughes said.
"Thanks," Josh smiled at him. "I appreciate the vote of confidence."
Would you rather I had lied?
"Well, not of course," Josh shook his head. "I also understand why you feel as you do, believe me. But I can only do one thing, and that is to assure you that I have no desire to hurt Danielle in any way whatsoever. Hasn't she been hurt enough by my bastard of a brother? Just because I am his twin, please don't stereo type me without proof." Michael looked at him, his glare not softening. To his credit, Josh did not look away.
Fine. I will give you the benefit of the doubt, as I accept that you are not your brother. However, do not ignore this warning, it is not an empty threat.
"Understood," Josh nodded to Michael. "I know it's not an empty threat, not from you! You don't do empty threats! But you have no need to worry at all Mr. Myers, may I please gently remind you of what happened to my mom? That was all because of my misogynist of a father, so there's no way in hell I'm going to follow him. I ran away from home because of it." All three men were sure the killer's gaze softened just a little. "I'm the last person who would want to hurt Danielle," Josh continued, his own voice gentle now. "Adam's done that enough thank you very much. So, I'm sure as shit not going to do it! I like Danielle, even respect her. She almost killed herself because of my brother, believe me, I have only genuine motives to help. If we all hadn't been in so much danger, we would've got to her a long time ago."
Their eyes remained locked as the two men looked at each other, before very slowly, Michael nodded to him. Josh held his gaze and nodded back.
"I saw you hug mom," Josh said after a while. "You saw how injured she is because of what my fucking father did! She can't even speak without the aid of a computer now! Why would I do the very thing my mom, who I love dearly I might add, is running and will never recover from? Please, don't put me with Adam. She's now married to my uncle, it was easy to do as she kept the name Dawson, which she already had. I was the only one there, plus the officiator and a witness. They adore each other, Mr. Myers. Aiden's not Edward, I'm not Adam." There was a long silence, before Michael raised his notepad again.
Ok, I apologise. This is all new to me I admit it, but just because Danielle and I are no longer together, doesn't mean I don't deeply care about and want to protect her.
"Wait, what?" Josh stared at him. "You've broken up?" Michael sighed.
I… I heard your voice, as in Adam's earlier and I… I snapped. I accidentally grabbed Danielle's throat, purely because she was closest to me. It wasn't you, Josh; it was the voice of your damn twin brother.
"Shit," Josh breathed. "I'm really s…" Michael knocked against the table.
No, stop. That's what I'm saying. Please don't apologise, it wasn't you. Just…
"My voice," Josh said with a grim smile. "Great."
I apologise once again.
"I hope you're not planning to stick to it," Josh said. "I hope you reverse your decision. Danielle needs and loves you, Mr. Myers." They were sure a slight smile touched Michael's lips.
Don't you start.
Now Josh grinned back at him. "Why, getting it from these two as well, are you? Well good! Don't let a mistake ruin your relationship, you clearly love each other, I've seen that in the short time I've known you both! Don't be a stubborn idiot and let her go!"
"Well said!" Rick and Adam said together. Michael sighed again.
Do you men not understand?
"Yes," Adam said. "Of course we do. But just because you feel guilty, Danielle doesn't deserve to have her heart broken. How do you know this is what she wants? Like we've said to you before. Talk to her, Mr. Myers. Do that for her at the very least."
Mr. Myers?
Adam looked at him, confused. "Huh?"
Stop calling me Mr. Myers, my name is Michael, All of you.
"Understood," the other three said in unison.
Ok ok, I will talk to her when she's ready.
"Good!" Adam said.
"Where is Danielle right now?" Josh asked.
"She's with Joanne," Rick replied. "She's got a little surprise for her to cheer her up," he smiled. Michael raised an eyebrow. "She's taken her to one of the staff suites for the night, they're having dinner and sleeping there, just the two of them."
The others smiled, including Michael. "She's a good woman Joanne," Adam said. "I've known that since the night you guys spoke to me in the parking lot," he looked at Rick. "You, Joanne and Jack." Michael pulled out his phone and tapped in a text message.
…
Are you ok?
"Now he's worried?" Danielle burst out, showing the message to Joanne. Straight away though she knew that was unfair, Michael would be worried about her of course he would, he'd almost strangled her to death. She sighed and slumped back at the table.
"there's more chocolate pie," Joanne said, in the tone of one trying to tempt someone else. "The bedroom you're in has a bath with a built-in jacuzzi…"
"Oh my God Stop!" Danielle groaned, unable to help smiling. "I love those!"
"Which?" Joanne teased. "Chocolate pies or jacuzzi baths?"
"Both!"
Joanne laughed, poured her another tea and put another huge slice of pie on Danielle's plate. "Wo, I'll never eat all that! That carbonara and garlic bread was gorgeous! How did you arrange this so fast? Like to get the food over here and so on?"
"Ah, that's my little secret."
"Oh, come on?" Danielle pouted. Joanne chuckled.
"Ok, ok! Jerry and Anne came over in one of the shuttles. I contacted them, told them what I wanted to do for you, that you were upset but didn't say why! Jerry immediately started making the chocolate pie… and…" she raised a package with a "Tada! Jerry's white chocolate muffins! You said they were better than the cookies, so we have some for breakfast in the morning, they will bring over hot food!"
"You're spoiling me," Danielle stood up and hugged Joanne again. Despite her words, she did finish her second slice of pie, it was too good to resist.
"Damn that was fucking amazing," she groaned. "I'm stuffed now!"
Joanne grinned. "Come on then you, ready for your jacuzzi bath? I also um… sneaked into your cell while Dr Loomis distracted you earlier and grabbed your favourite soft pyjamas and clothes for tomorrow. The bathroom already has shampoo, soap, towels and the rest. Dr Loomis has also provided more pain relief cream if you need it. Come on!
Danielle grinned; she couldn't help it. "I should've known Dr Loomis had an ulterior motive when he took me to the staff canteen and bought me some lunch! He's a sneaky man! Never trust a doctor!"
"Thought you'd know that by now," Joanne laughed, taking her arm and guiding her into the bedroom, to show her how to control the jacuzzi.
…
"Wow, that was amazing," Danielle sighed two hours later, as she lay down in her huge king-sized bed. She had stayed in the bath full of hot water and bubbles for ages, washing herself thoroughly. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so good. She was relaxed and now heading towards sleep. She knew she would have to reply to Michael's text, she didn't want to be rude, but she also didn't want to say everything she wanted to him via text message. She didn't do things that way.
"Good," Joanne stroked her hair. "Good night, see you in the morning. I'm just next door if you need me." Quietly, she closed Danielle's door. The suite they were in was huge, Joanne had told her it was the biggest. Two bedrooms, a lounge and small kitchen, both bedrooms had en-suite bathrooms in them. After her bath, she and Joanne had sat on the leather sofa in the lounge in their pyjamas, drinking tea and sneaking a cheeky chocolate muffin as they'd talked. The suite had a kettle and supply of tea and coffee, and Jerry had provided them a jug of fresh milk and bowl of sugar. They hadn't discussed her and Michael at all and Danielle was thankful for this. This was a girl's night, and she didn't want to think about her relationship problems just then. But now, she knew she had to say something to Michael. Opening her messages, she typed a reply.
Hi Michael, I'm fine, thanks. Sorry, got distracted eating lovely food and hanging out with Joanne. Are you ok?
His reply came back within a minute, and she realised with a rush of love she couldn't deny that he'd clearly been waiting for her response.
I am. Glad you enjoyed yourself. How are you feeling? How's your throat?
She sighed. She'd known this would come up, but again of course he'd ask, he'd inflicted her injuries after all. She wasn't going to lie to him, that was one thing she would never do.
It's still quite painful, but Dr Loomis gave me some more of the cream he used to take with me tonight, I can put it on if I need it.
That's good. Danielle, we need to talk tomorrow.
Understatement of the century Michael, if you think I'm just going to lie down and accept this, you've got another thing coming! I love you, you stubborn bastard!
As soon as she hit send, she regretted it. She hadn't meant to say that, not by text at least but her emotions had got the better of her and now it was too late. There were a few minutes with no reply, and she was worried she'd angered him. But when he did respond, she was once again brought to tears.
I… I know. I love you too, Danielle. But what I did is… well it's killing me, and I… I'm scared. It will never happen again, but I fear that one day when I feel that rage again, I… Damn! I just don't want to risk it; I love you very much and that would and does really hurt me!
Michael granted our relationship is… different to others, I'm in love with a serial killer! You know what? So what? You're still a man Michael and I love you with all my heart! You had damn good reason for what you did, and you know what? If it protects someone else, I'll take it any day of the week!
Don't say that! Please!
I mean it! Hell: look at what happened at the hospital with Laurie. Ok you didn't grab my throat you grabbed hers, but I was still there in time to save her life. It's the same thing! If I must step in to stop someone innocent, like Josh for example from being hurt or worse, then fine! I love you Michael Myers and if that's what it means to be with you, then so fucking be it! I'd do anything for you.
I don't mean to control you by taking the decision from you. How's this? I'm not saying we are back together right now, but we will talk tomorrow, you have my promise. Will you accept that?
Yes, because we will be back together tomorrow or soon after! I'm not letting you go without a damn good fight, Myers! That's not how love works, you see! So fine, I will accept your compromise… for tonight!
Oh, Danielle… I love you.
I know darling, so we must set things back to how they should be. I belong to you; you belong to me. Don't push me away because of this, that's not what either of us want. I'll be back tomorrow, and we'll sort this out. I love you, you idiot."
I don't deserve you.
Well, you have me, so that's irrelevant. You do deserve me, and I'll show you how much I love you! I felt I didn't deserve you for a while, while Adam was doing his shit! I couldn't understand how you cared about me; you know. But for some reason you did, and I sure as hell wasn't going to stop it because you were giving me the strength, desire and capability to love which I never thought I'd feel again. So that's why I'm not letting you go, without a damn good fight. You might kill physically, but I won't let you kill us mentally, I will fight for the life of our relationship!
Do you know how corny that sounded?
She could almost hear his smile through his message. Unable to stop herself, she grinned.
Yep, that's why I said it. But it is also the truth.
Good night, Danielle. Sleep well, and please use the pain relief if you need it. Please, I have to say this, just once. I'm so, so sorry. M.
Fine, you've said it, don't say it again! It's ok, it really is. My partner has no further need to apologise to me.
You're not giving up, are you? M.
This time, she smirked.
Nope, sorry! Keep trying, Mr. Myers! I love you, night.
I… I love you too, Danielle. Good night, sleep well.