Help Her

New Normal

A/N Here we are! I hope by the end of this you're satisfied with Denny's fate. So without further ado,

Please relax and enjoy the read!

~Princess <3

P.S The beginning of this references a few things from the Youtube video/Deleted Scene above.

*The Voight Residence*

Ana rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she walked downstairs in search of her husband, who had never made it to bed last night, and her eyes widened in alarm when she finally saw him. Hank was lying on the couch but there was dry blood covering the left side of his face and staining the pillow he was using. The brunette rushed over and crouched down beside him, sighing in relief when she caught sight of the steady rise and fall of his sleeping figure.

Ana glanced behind her at the coffee table and stood back up, taking all the junk on it with her. She moved into the kitchen, depositing an empty liquor bottle and some takeout boxes in a trashcan before heading to the sink. She dropped two glasses inside and filled them with water. The brunette caught sight of a dish towel and slightly wet it before heading back to her husband.

She began cleaning some of the blood off of Hank's face and he shifted after a few seconds. The older man opened his eyes and quickly adopted a guilty expression when he realized what had woken him up.

"You know, if you really wanted to collect the 10 grand that Tommy still owes Oli you could've just told me." Ana smiled, softly. "I would've spared you the trouble of getting into a bar fight and told you that he died 3 months ago."

"Yeah, well, I learned that the hard way." He mumbled, moving to sit up.

"Careful." She warned, putting the towel on the coffee table and looking him over for any sign of damage. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"

"I'm fine." Hank replied, instantly.

Ana gave him a slight glare and went to retort but a series of knocks kept her from doing so.

"Hank?" A feminine voice called out, knocking 3 more times. "Ana?"

The brunette stood up and walked to the door, not even bothering to check the peephole. She would know the voice of her best. . .friend anywhere.

"Hey, Hun." Ana smiled, opening the door to reveal the figure of one Trudy Platt. "Come on, in."

"Okay, okay. So. You're alive." She sighed in relief, spotting Hank's figure on the couch as both women immediately began getting some light in the house. "I have been calling and calling. We've got two DOAs in Grant Park. Oh my God, Hank! What the Hell happened?" She gasped as Ana pulled back the curtains, allowing the Desk Sergeant to see his bruised, bloodied, and cut up face. "Can I take you to the hospital?"

"No, I'm okay." Hank assured, waving his wife off when she grabbed the towel again and moved to wipe some of the blood away. "Must look worse than it is."

"I know you're going through Hell. The both of you. But if you, if you need help, if you need someone to talk to-"

"I'm good. I'm good. I'm good." The older man promised, interrupting Trudy in the process.

"Yeah. Right. I mean, I know I'm overreacting because you look just great, and I don't even know why the idea popped into my little head." The Desk Sergeant scoffed.

"Trudy. Listen, I want you to do me a favor." Hank murmured as he stood up. "Just, the next time you- you talk to Meredith, just. . .you tell her we're gonna take care of the funeral, okay?" He requested, gesturing between himself and Ana.