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Life is such a fragile thing.

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[get_messed_up]

I know, baby. But he's doin' good. [He strokes her forehead gently.]

Ya really should try an' sleep.

[more-than-5.livejournal.com]

[shakes her head slowly] I'm not tired.

[get_messed_up]

Runnin' on adrenaline or are ya just sayin' that? [He leans over and presses a kiss to her lips.]

[more-than-5.livejournal.com]

I slept earlier. I'm fine. I just wanna to see my son.

[get_messed_up]

I know, beautiful. They just gotta have him under those bili lights fer a little bit longer, but we can go see him. [He winces.] I gotta bring ya in a wheelchair, though.

[more-than-5.livejournal.com]

I can walk. Jesus I had a baby, I'm not crippled.

[get_messed_up]

Emmy. [He's pleading, needing her to not fight him on this.]

Yer doctor said... she doesn't want ya leavin' this room 'less it's in a chair. What happened with yer mom... I mean... if she says ya gotta do it... [He closes his eyes, searching for composure, eyes remaining closed.]

I don't want anythin' ta happen ta ya, don't wanna lose ya.

[more-than-5.livejournal.com]

Danny... [gives him a pleading look] Please.

[get_messed_up]

[He gives her a pleading look right back.]

[more-than-5.livejournal.com]

[crosses her arms over her chest and sits there, determined]

[get_messed_up]

[He shakes his head.]

Why ya makin' it so hard fer me ta take care'a ya? Ya just had a baby, christ. Just... fer me? Please? Just don't fight me on this.

[more-than-5.livejournal.com]

I had him yesterday.

[get_messed_up]

An' yer bleedin' like a stab victim an' ya gotta stay in the hospital fer a week fer observation so ya don't end up like yer mom. [The fear is evident in his voice that that's what will happen if she doesn't let Danny and the nurses treat her like a china doll.]

[get_messed_up]

I know, baby. But he's doin' good. [He strokes her forehead gently.]

Ya really should try an' sleep.

[more-than-5.livejournal.com]

[shakes her head slowly] I'm not tired.

[get_messed_up]

Runnin' on adrenaline or are ya just sayin' that? [He leans over and presses a kiss to her lips.]

[more-than-5.livejournal.com]

I slept earlier. I'm fine. I just wanna to see my son.

[get_messed_up]

I know, beautiful. They just gotta have him under those bili lights fer a little bit longer, but we can go see him. [He winces.] I gotta bring ya in a wheelchair, though.

[more-than-5.livejournal.com]

I can walk. Jesus I had a baby, I'm not crippled.

[get_messed_up]

Emmy. [He's pleading, needing her to not fight him on this.]

Yer doctor said... she doesn't want ya leavin' this room 'less it's in a chair. What happened with yer mom... I mean... if she says ya gotta do it... [He closes his eyes, searching for composure, eyes remaining closed.]

I don't want anythin' ta happen ta ya, don't wanna lose ya.

[more-than-5.livejournal.com]

Danny... [gives him a pleading look] Please.

[get_messed_up]

[He gives her a pleading look right back.]

[more-than-5.livejournal.com]

[crosses her arms over her chest and sits there, determined]

[get_messed_up]

[He shakes his head.]

Why ya makin' it so hard fer me ta take care'a ya? Ya just had a baby, christ. Just... fer me? Please? Just don't fight me on this.

[more-than-5.livejournal.com]

I had him yesterday.