Amanda Pov

We went to visit Danny's Dad in the hospital again, as he had seemed to be getting worse over the last couple of days, (heart attacks can and will do that to you), and so we hadn't really left the hospital in a couple of days, and no, I will not hear about it not being the best thing for us to do, as there wasn't much else that we could actually do, ya know, (or maybe you don't, not everyone has experience with death).

Danny was asleep on the chair, as he really wasn't sleeping properly at night, (his eye bags could rival mine and I'm an insomniac here), so I left him there to nap for a while, as he really needed it, (I don't know if that was the right thing to do here though, as that could have effected his sleep later on but what else could I actually do, ya know).

Danny's Dad then woke up, and he looked like death, (though considering that we all knew that he was dying, he could've looked worse than he did), but I avoided telling him that as I gathered that he probably already knew that, so I instead just let him talk as I could tell that he wanted to talk about something, (what I couldn't tell you at the time).

"Will you look after him when I die?"
"Of course, he's my husband"
"I thought you would Mandy, but not a lot of people think about it that way"
"Yeah well I don't think of my vows lightly, with being raised Catholic when my Mother remembered that I was there"
"Thank you"
"There's no need to thank me, it's part of what I signed up for"

Danny's Dad went to sleep after that, which he had been doing a lot more in the last couple of days, (it was like he was slowly dying), (well he was, but still, it served as a not so subtle reminder of that fact), the hospital room eerily quiet once again, which just reminded me too much about the various things that Gary had done for me to be in the hospital over the years, which was not great but I wasn't going to say all this to Danny even if he was awake as he would've felt awful about it and it wasn't his fault, (so I didn't say anything about it).

A couple of hours later and I went to get Danny a coffee, as he really needed it, (since he wasn't as used to the whole not sleeping thing like I was), look I know that it sounds bad, (like really fucking bad), but he knew that his Dad was dying and there was nothing that he could really do about it, other than sit there and hope that it was at least as painless as possible.

I came back from getting Danny's coffee, when I saw that Danny was crying, (which meant that shit was serious, since he wasn't a crier really), so I knew that something had happened to Danny's Dad, (since Danny wouldn't have reacted that way with anything else), (it was weird to me that I knew this but I guess that's how healthy marriages work), (foster care kid is coming through very strongly right about now, which was not fun let me tell you).

"Are you ok?"
"No, um, Dad's dead"

Danny broke down, (it was like a wall had been knocked down or something), so I did what I knew to do, (somehow), which was to wrap my arms around him to make sure that he knew that I was going to be there for him as much as I could be, (I ain't trying to jinx shit by saying 'always', ya know), (yes, you can blame me being in the foster care system for that little titbit), (I know that I do, though maybe I blame that for too many things?, maybe not though?, who knows).

It must not have been comfortable for Danny to hug me though as I'm 5'1 and he's 6'6, but who was I to tell him how to seek comfort?, especially when I was the one who said that he couldn't hold all his emotions inside him, ya know, (I try not to be a hypocrite here), (try being the important word in this equation, ya know).

I don't know how long we were there for, (I'm not an arsehole who bloody times how long someone cries for), but it didn't really matter as Danny literally just lost his Dad and I didn't know how the fuck I was supposed to help him with that?, (I didn't have that many people that I was close to when I was younger so death never came up in my life).