(no subject)

[haolehothead]

For all that Danny had complained about the possibility of Steve getting him shot, winding up stabbed by his not-so-daughter-like-daughter hadn't exactly been up there on the list of things he had expected. After all, that's insane, isn't it? It should be. And yet, here he is in the clinic with stitches up and down his sides to prevent his guts from spilling out and Esther is dead and Steve isn't under his roof and Danny doesn't know what to do right now except bitch more about the pain.

Because that? That is in his control. "Come on, who's got the power over the morphine here?" he shouts, voice a weak resemblance of what it could be. "I'm dying over here."

Comments

[little_moons]

"Are they still looking?" I ask, wondering what they'd even do with somebody that fucking batshit crazy.

I'm not on the council anymore, so I guess it's not my problem.

[haolehothead]

"Yeah. Yeah, I hope so," Danny says, his voice hoarse. He's not sure he wants to hear about inconclusive searches, but communication goes both ways -- good and bad. "And if they don't find him, then I might as well just curl up and live with that permanent guilt, shouldn't I?"

[little_moons]

"They'll find 'im, Danny," I say, even though I can't fucking know that. People just vanish off the face of the fucking earth every single day, around here.

"You oughta get some sleep, you know."

[haolehothead]

"Can't really say that sleep is on the table," Danny admits, because he thinks that if he goes to sleep, he's going to get plagued by nightmares and that's just not what he wants. "Hey," he murmurs. "You gonna stay with me?"

[little_moons]

"Yeah, 'course I'll stay. The girls are with Tunny, I got some time," I say, glad I had time to talk to the three of them before I ran out here. I'll need to go home, eventually, but for now, I'm all his.