I liked writing today’s bit, even if it’s almost midnight and I’m very tired right now
Also I was listening to the songs Illicit Affairs, Betty, and The Last Great American Dynasty from folklore on repeat while writing and idk if it shows lol
Danny was pacing through the small living room in his and Tim’s apartment, occasionally pausing to look out the window to see if anything had happened. He’d know if the world dramatically changed though, he’d know if some evil fear circus was suddenly ruling the world.
He’d know if Tim wasn’t coming back.
He was laying on the couch when the knock came. Danny shot up and raced over to the door, throwing it open and hugging the figure on the other side.
“Um, Danny?” He stepped back and saw Martin standing in the hallway, confused and frowning.
“Martin, where’s Tim?” He spoke slowly, trying to hide how scared he was. “Is he alive?”
Martin nodded slowly, fidgeting with his hands. Danny led him in, closed the door, and guided Martin to the couch.
“What happened to him? Why isn’t he here? Is he okay?” A million questions were running through his mind. He wanted to know if Tim was okay, he needed to know if his older brother was okay.
“He’s alive,” Martin breathed out slowly. “He and Jon were still in the building when the explosion went off, they’re both stuck in comas at the hospital.”
“Can we go visit them right now?”
Martin had driven them to the hospital. He brought Danny to Tim’s room first, gave him a hug, left some flowers by Tim’s bed, and told Danny that he was going to go visit Jon’s room.
The door closed and he was alone with his brother and the beating of the heart monitor. He decided to talk.
“Hey, I, I’m glad you’re alive. I was worried about you. I did a lot of baking while you were gone,” he smiled sadly. “Our kitchen now has one big fancy cake, one small fancy cake, and a lot of cookies in it. Mom’s recipe, your favorite.”
He let himself ramble on to his brother until Martin and a nurse came in and they had to leave when visiting hours ended.
He came back every day for the months that his brother was still asleep. Sometimes he’d only be there for a little bit, sometimes for almost the entire day.
He’d tell stories about his latest escapade in baking, and that he always had some of Tim’s favorite ready for when he woke up. Sometimes he reminisced and told stories from their adventures when they were younger.
He’d started selling his baked goods, he’d bring a lot to Martin, Melanie, and Basira at the Institute. He’d told Tim that Elias had gotten arrested too, he’d told him several times.
He got a call from Martin soon after he returned home from his latest visit with Tim. Both Jon and Tim had woken up. He raced back to the hospital.
“Tim!” He said excitedly when he walked into the hospital room, his brother was sitting up and frowning at the nurse by him. His eyes lit up when he saw Danny though.
“Danny! You’re here,” a smile crossed Tim’s face as Danny rushed over to hug him.
The nurse waited until they were done hugging to tell them both that Tim would be able to leave the hospital as soon as they were ready.
When they arrived home Tim noticed the plate of his favorite cookies sitting on the coffee table.
“Mom’s cookies!” He dashed over to the couch and grabbed the plate of cookies, grinning as he bit into one. “You remembered that they’re my favorite!”
“Of course I did,” Danny grinned back, “I wanted to have some ready for you for when you came home.”
