“Ow!” he heard one of his brothers yell, followed by Tinkerbelle’s cry of pain.
It was Tinkerbelle’s cry of pain that had him opening his eyes and trying to focus on the blurry figures surrounding him.
“Tinkerbelle?” Danny said hoarsely, searching desperately for her.
“She’s right here,” the blurry object to his left said.
He looked in that direction and blinked and blinked again until the blurry image sharpened and he could make out his brother Lucifer struggling to hold Jodi back as she tried to lunge at Darrin.
“Get the restraints!” Lucifer yelled, sounding a little desperate as he tried to place Tinkerbelle back on the bed next to his, but she wasn’t having that.
“You broke him!” she yelled accusingly.
“It was an accident!” Lucifer snapped back, but that only seemed to piss her off more. “Would someone get the goddamn restraints?”
“Tinkerbelle,” Danny said weakly, trying to raise his arms, but whatever drugs they were pumping in him made it impossible.
“Danny!” Tinkerbelle said, sounding relieved as she suddenly shifted her attention from beating the shit out of Reese to going to him.
“Thank God,” Lucifer muttered, picking her up and carefully placing her on the bed by his side.
With one last glare at Lucifer, Jodi curled up by his side, placing her injured arm across his chest and her head on his shoulder. Within minutes, he was once again dozing off, absently wondering why they were keeping him drugged out of his fucking mind.
“Danny?” he distantly heard his father say. “Danny? I need you to wake up now.”
“Tired,” Danny mumbled, turning his head to the side as he tried to go back to sleep, but his father wasn’t having that.
“Danny, I need you to try and move your toes,” his father said when all he wanted to do was go back to sleep.
“Go…away,” he muttered, feeling like he was drowning in a haze.
“Danny, move your toes,” his father said more firmly.
He shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut as the move threatened to make him hurl.
“Come on, son. Just wiggle your toes for me and you can go back to sleep,” his father said, starting to sound desperate.
“I can’t,” he mumbled, starting to drift off when he heard the sweetest voice in the world say, “Danny, wiggle your toes.”
“Tinkerbelle,” he said, feeling his lips pull up into a pleased smile.
“Move your toes, Danny,” Jodi said as he registered the feel of her soft lips brushing against his.
“Hurts,” he muttered, numbly realizing that he was hurting everywhere.
“I know, baby,” she said, “but I need you to move your toes for me.”
“What will I get if I do?” Danny asked, still struggling to open his eyes even as he bit back a groan as immense pain shot up his spine.
“What do you want?” she asked, her voice cracking.
“You,” he simply said.
There was a sniffle before she said, “You’ve got me, Danny. Now, just move your toes, okay?”
He nodded even as he felt himself drifting off again, and this time, when they tried to wake him, he was able to ignore them.
Chapter 42
