Iâm in the bathroom sobbing. Iâm sitting on the floor, crying not caring if itâs dirty. I feel weak and drained. I could feel Violetâs pain and her agony. I felt it through her stories and her cries for Damon. This was her life now. Sheâs getting transferred back to the United States in a few days to continue her recovery and I didnât have the heart to tell her that. I knew she wasnât going to take it well. I donât want to know what she would be feeling, finding out sheâd be leaving Damon behind. I donât blame her if she wanted to set the whole world on fire. I would set the whole world on fire if it meant I could bring my brother back.
My shift ended twenty minutes ago and I didnât have the mental strength to leave without letting out what I had just heard. I had totally forgotten about Danny.
It was around ten at night and I felt gross. I still havenât showered and that repulsed me. I couldnât wait any longer so I decided to jump into one of the showers they had at the hospital for on-call staff.
I undressed, wrapping my clothes in my backpack, jumping into the hot water that was running. The hot water felt amazing, the longer I stood under the water, the more stress left my body. Violetâs question still lingers in my mind.
The feelings I have for Danny are strong but still⦠I donât know him even though he makes me feel like I could spend the rest of my life with him.
The shower was quick, I finish fast and then I throw my clothes back on before I step out. Violet had fallen back to sleep when my shift ended. She was doing a little better after spilling out the horrid memories in her head. She was begging for me to listen but I was already more than happy to be all ears. This poor girl would never be the same again but maybe with time, she could heal. Maybe when she gets back with Damon, sheâll feel whole again.
I grab my backpack, throw it over my back, and head toward the lobby. Dannyâs nowhere to be found and it confuses me. He said he would be here waiting. I take another glance looking to both sides of the waiting lobby and I only see a few soldiers waiting to be seen but no Danny. Maybe, he racked out and was catching up on rest before he had to leave.
I exit the doors that lead to the outside of the building and start my way back to my place. I shouldnât be offended. I got out way later than I originally told him. I sigh, dragging my feet out across the pavement. The moon is full, the air chilly, and it was honestly the most clear the sky has looked since Iâd been here. It was breathtaking. My head falls back, while I take the whole night in. I could see all the stars twinkling around a full white moon glowing. I take this moment to appreciate the worldâs beauty despite all the evil crawling among us.
The day before I was saving a life and that meant to me. I saved my first life with my bare hands.
Something catches my attention, interrupting my trance and Iâm in awe. I watch a bright shooting star fly by and I smile. I watch it in silence, my eyes following its direction before it burns out leaving me in tranquility.
âSo breathtaking,â I mutter, looking up at the sky in between two pillars in front of the hospital.
âYou are.â
Dannyâs voice almost makes my ass drop to the floor as it startles me. My whole body jerks, my heart skips a beat, and Iâm squeezing the straps of my backpack.
I whip over to my right to see a cheeky Danny, holding a cigarette in his mouth taking a hit, leaning on a pillar, smirking so hauntingly handsome. The sight of him almost has my knees shaking.
âDammit Danny, you scared me!â I shout, stomping my leg, catching my breath. Iâm pushing my side bangs out of my face.
âIâm sorry,â he blows out smoke in the opposite direction of me, then puts out his cigarette underneath his shoe.
Seeing him in front of me makes my mind go hazy. My body feels like itâs getting pulled into him as I remember the last few hours I had with Violet. At this moment I canât help it but Lucky that I even get to see Danny in person. Heâs alive and breathing. A moment thatâs so routine sometimes people in relationships donât understand how fast it can be taken away. Itâs easy to take it for granted but in this second, I decide I wonât let it go to waste.
âI went out for a smoke, while I was waââ
I donât let him finish, I take off, sprinting, and then I crash into him. I hug him so tight and I donât care if Iâm coming off as needy. I feel like heâs going to disappear if I donât hug him hard enough. At first, Danny goes rigid. Heâs trying to figure me out but he quickly holds me back, his hands snaking through my hair, gently.
Iâm burying my face into his body and Iâm sobbing. The air grows thin and my chest is tight. I thought crying in the building before I left work would prevent this exact moment, but seeing Danny only heightens my emotions, making them boil over inside of me. I donât want him to leave. To witness all that I have over the past few months, with my patients, sends fear creeping inside of my mind about the possibility of him not returning. So much death has surrounded me this past year. The sunshine that lives inside of me⦠I can feel it fading away with so many thunderstorms Iâve endured. If something happens to Dannyâ¦
âCherry, whatâs wrong?â Dannyâs deep voice rumbles through his chest and I go weak.
âYouâre going out tomorrow to find the other hostage, Damon right? Arenât you?â I peek up at him. Danny stops frozen and heâs quiet. He knows I know.
He looks at me so intensely, his blue eyes flicker and I canât tell what heâs feeling. Itâs as if heâs upset yet heâs holding something else back from me. Iâm sure he knows that Iâve been talking to Violet and Doctor Diaz. Itâs not going to be long from now that Violetâs story would be all over the news.
He licks his lips before changing his vision from me to the sky. And I know my answer. He wonât tell me anything and Iâm not surprised. My eyes dry up and I bury myself again in his body. His muscles tense over my back. Why does he make falling apart so easy?
âDonât worry, Ari. Iâm coming back home to you, I promise you. This is a first for me⦠but I wouldnât have it any other way.â I flinch at his promise. He knows very well I have my doubts about him returning alive after Paul died. Paul promised my mother and me the same thing. But for some odd reason⦠I trust him. I believe him. Danny is starting to feel like an immortal man to me. As if, nothing can kill him. Nothing can hurt him. The way everyone in the military community talks about Danny⦠they make him seem like a mythical legend that canât die.
âYou have every right to not trust me after everything youâve been through,â his fingers slide to my chin, lifting it so I can look at him. His eyes are glistening with devotion. Relief washes over me and Iâm aching to be in his bed again. A tear escapes and it falls down my cheeks and he wipes them away with his fingers. I close my eyes relishing his touch.
Danny shakes his head.
âDonât cry over me, baby. I wonât let you. The only time I want to see you cry is when Iâm fucking you.â His pressed lips lift into a haunting smirk.
The smell of sweet whiskey burns into my nostrils and it swallows me. The scent is strong like he had been drinking for a while. Instantly, Iâm curious as to why he drank so much to the point it stains his clothing. Still, Iâm somehow drawn to this scent of his. It arouses me and I feel ashamed. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes mixed together, create a perfect potion of lust that I canât stop longing to taste in him and âDanny⦠are you drunk?â I look up at him and he licks his lips, followed by a flash of his perfect, white teeth.
âItâs my last night here, why would I waste it being sober?â He says nonchalantly.
I frown. Iâm starting to realize that drinking is just a part of Dannyâs identity and it saddens me because I know deep down inside itâs because of all the darkness that devours him, daily.
âThe sky is so beautiful tonight,â I whisper, softly, changing the subject.
âSometimes, I wish I could fly because I know⦠I know Paul⦠heâs up there. And I just want to be closer to him. We had plansâ¦
â My voice cracks.
Tonight has just been the most overwhelming, emotional night that Iâve had since my brother passed. The past forty-eight hours actually. From having my room destroyed, to letting go of my promise to myself and God, to taking care of Violet and her tragic situation, itâs all too much.
I notice a change in Dannyâs body language.
âLetâs go. I want to show you something.â Danny lifts my chin up to him and rubs his thumb over my bottom lip softly.
âWhere?â
âI called in a favor. Funny you mention flying.â He smirks.
âHuh? What do you mean?â I ask, wiping away a tear, and laughing.
Danny looks at me with a grin. He grabs my hand and it sends me into a shockwave.
âYouâll see.â
Danny and I are escorted in a car toward the airfield of the military post. It doesnât take long at all. Everything was built so close together on this post.
The night is dark but the moon gave us enough light to see where we are. There were Apaches, Black Hawks, Chinooks, and airplanes surrounding the airfield, all lined up and organized. But there were a few on the tarmac getting ready to fly. The sounds of helicopter engines and the blades of the aircraft filled the air.
The closer we got, the vibrations and volume grew. Danny opened my car door and I was extremely hesitant about what his plans were. Iâm pretty sure Iâm not allowed anywhere near this area.
âWhat are we doing here?â I ask him, as he grabbed my hand leading me out of the car.
âHave you ever been inside a helicopter?â His question catches me off guard. I open my mouth to answer but saliva gets caught in my throat.
Palpitations hit my chest and I cough. I have a huge fear of flying. Airplanes and heights in general. I never rode roller coasters or went hiking in high mountains, it just wasnât for me. Acrophobia is a real thing and a huge red flag.
Danny laughs at my incompetent behavior.
âAre you okay?â
âIâm sorry itâs just that⦠Iâm terrified of heights. And no, Iâve never been in a helicopter before. When would I ever find myself in that situation?â
Danny shakes his head, leaning in my ear.
âAnother first I get to take part in then.â Danny grins. My mouth falls open and I lightly push him away from me.
âDanny! I am not getting on a helicopter! Iâm pretty sure Iâm not even allowed to be here.â I nudge him in his side as he tries to pull me into his arms.
âNo, youâre not but again, a good friend of mine is a Black Hawk pilot. I wanted to show you what itâs like to ride in one.â Heâs not giving me the option to say no. His hand finds mine, intertwining our fingers together and heâs pulling me against my will. I try my best to run but his grip only tightens on my hand.
âNo Danny stop! Iâm scared of flying!â Iâm trying to pull my hand out of his but itâs no use.
Weâre walking closer to a group of men dressed in their camo uniforms standing next to the helicopters running. Iâm literally fighting against his hold like a child throwing a tantrum and the parent has to drag them along.
As we get closer, I stop trying to pry myself out of Dannyâs hand. My cheeks are heated as I grow uncomfortable the closer we get to them. Iâm in my scrubs and the wind begins to pick up leaving my skin in goosebumps. Danny wears a dark green shirt, a particular shade of dark green thatâs almost brown. Along with all-black Oakley pants and boots.
Weâre finally a few steps away and all the men turn towards Danny, they all have wide smiles on their faces, excited to see him. He finally drops my hand.
âOh, would you look who it is? Mr. Grim Reaper joins us on tonightâs ride.â A tall, handsome man greets us reaching out for Danny to shake his hand. They pull each other into a brotherly hug, a pat on the back and he does the same to the other four men around us.
âYou know I never pass up a chance to be in one of these, Reid. If I didnât love the forefront so much Iâd be up in the sky with you guys flying these badass machines.â Danny says with a wink. His smile flashed his straight white teeth. And I almost faint at the beautiful sight of his thrilling look. I stand there awkwardly behind Danny, hiding behind his massive frame.
âSo this is Ari? The nurse that helped save Rookersâ life?â Another voice I donât recognize asks and Danny moves to the side, revealing my hiding spot. He must have told them about me.
One of the things I least enjoy doing.
âHiâ¦â my voice breaks and I clear my throat while waving awkwardly next to Danny.
One of the men, bald and more rugged looking, looks me up and down before drawing his hand outwards for me to shake. The way the man looks at me makes me uncomfortable. Danny senses my uneasiness and placed his hand on my lower back, and I feel like heâs sending them a message.
âWe can get in a lot of trouble for this but a friend of Grim and Rooker is a friend of ours.â I shake their hand, nodding in return.
âAlright, itâs just about that time yâall, letâs fly.â Reid claps his hands together and waves his hand over his head as he retreats towards a Black Hawk Helicopter.