Damage (Danny, Open to Val and Cai)

[daniel_marlow]

After twelve hours of life-saving surgery, during which Danny tried to die a grand total of four more times, Danny was pronounced if not out of the woods, at least stable. He was being kept in intensive care, his body full of tubes, a breathing mask over his face. He would stay there until he was well enough to be moved into the psych ward, but that could take a while; possibly weeks.

Danny finally woke up, twenty-seven hours after electrocuting himself, his body too weak to move. Even if he had had the ability to do so, his arms and legs had been restrained, lest he be upset about the fact that he wasn't dead, and try again.

His eyes rested on a fuzzy image of the doctor as the woman explained there had been damage to his heart and one day he would likely need a transplant. His brain felt heavy and slow and he didn't even remember what had happened, so it was hardly surprising that he couldn't comprehend that he had irreparably damaged his body.

Somewhere in the middle of the woman's explanation, Danny fell asleep again. A few hours later he woke up again, his eyes focusing on the other people in the room; the only people allowed to visit him in the ICU, his family. "Mm. Hey," he muttered to them, his tongue refusing to work right, and the words were further muffled by the oxygen mask on his face. "Ev'rything hurts."

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[itsajesusthing.insanejournal.com]

"Nah... nah s'alright, Danny, s'alright," Cai covered Danny's wrist with his other hand, careful, careful. They were just hands, they didn't need to be connected to whatever part of his brain-stem it was that hurled him back and forward in time. The disconnect between body and brain seemed easier even though he was tired, or maybe he was just so anxious for it not to happen? Maybe he'd reached a point where he was too sleep deprived to have a vision? Maybe he was just really good? "I'm just glad you're still here."