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“You’ve gotta have a little faith, Danno,” Steve whispered as he brushed a light kiss across his partner’s temple. “She’s strong, just like her Daddy. She’ll wake up soon.”
All Danny could do was lean back into Steve’s arms and stare blankly at his little girl. Grace looked so small laying there, her hair spread out in a dark shock against the bright white of the sheets. The last three days had been the longest of Danny’s life.
“I know.” Danny turned his head and buried it briefly into the side of Steve’s neck. He was so very tired, but he refused to sleep.
“You’ll be useless to her if you’re dead on your feet,” Steve’d insisted, worried.
“What if she wakes up and I’m not there, huh?” he’d responded plaintively. “She’ll be so scared. I can’t do that. Not again.”
After that, Steve had relented and just tried his best to be there for Danny. He knew that Danny blamed himself, that he felt responsible because he hadn’t seen this coming. None of them had.
“She’ll wake up, Danno. You just wait and see.” Steve pulled Danny closer.
Danny just nodded and continued to watch over his little girl.