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She loved Jack, she really did.
But she couldn't abide this.
She raced to Danny's side, took only a moment to hold his limp hand before she was reaching for the needle and thread on the side table.
"Mads..." Jack tried.
"Don't call me that," she bit out.
She stitched in silence, as fast as she could, Danny's core shining from behind his lungs and glinting off her needle.
There was no point in arguing, they had gone in circles more times over the past week than she had bothered to count. Still, she hadn't expected him to do this.
When she finished, she undid Danny's restraints and hefted him up into her arms (her baby boy, so light, so bloody), and when she turned to leave, she only spared Jack a single passing, scathing glance. He had the audacity to look worried.
As she climbed the stairs, she called out, "Jazz, get your things, we're going to a hotel." She didn't know what they were going to do, but getting out of this house was where they'd start.