Danny actually chuckled when his girlfriend perfectly punctuated his speech. He wanted to kiss her, but in front of his rapist didn't seem like the most romantic place in the world. "Let's get the fuck out of here," he said, since he'd said everything he needed to say.
He turned to leave, but then stalked back towards Greg. "Actually no. You'll get to touch me one more time." Then he twisted Greg in his chair and aimed a kick perfectly between Greg's legs, leaving the man literally weeping in pain.
With that, Danny fled the room, retreating back to the safety of the waiting room where he immediately collapsed into a chair and hunched forward. The fluttery feeling he'd had in his chest for the past hour had been steadily getting worse and now it ached. Danny fisted a hand into his shirt, directly over his heart.
"Danny?" Dylan asked as he moved his wheelchair close to his friend.
All of a sudden it was too hard to breathe, and Danny gasped for air. "H- Dylan, help," he wheezed. "My- It's my heart, fuck. Something's wrong with my heart."
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He turned to leave, but then stalked back towards Greg. "Actually no. You'll get to touch me one more time." Then he twisted Greg in his chair and aimed a kick perfectly between Greg's legs, leaving the man literally weeping in pain.
With that, Danny fled the room, retreating back to the safety of the waiting room where he immediately collapsed into a chair and hunched forward. The fluttery feeling he'd had in his chest for the past hour had been steadily getting worse and now it ached. Danny fisted a hand into his shirt, directly over his heart.
"Danny?" Dylan asked as he moved his wheelchair close to his friend.
All of a sudden it was too hard to breathe, and Danny gasped for air. "H- Dylan, help," he wheezed. "My- It's my heart, fuck. Something's wrong with my heart."