5 Months Later

Dan's POV

I was sitting in the hospital chair again. I never went anywhere except to the hospital. I haven't hardly eaten, and you could tell. I only showered maybe twice a week. I didn't have time because I was always at the hospital.

I couldn't sleep either, and there were bags under my eyes. Phil was starting to worry about me, with my not eating and insomnia and all. I see the way he looks at me with pity. I don't like it, but I can't control what he thinks.

(Y/N)'s parents never came to visit. No one ever did except for me. Phil would come with me every now and then, but that was it. It's very rude of (Y/N)'s family to never come and visit. It's extremely annoying.

I was sitting, lost in thought again, until I heard movement. I looked up, and (Y/N) was waking up.

Your POV

I looked around at the white walls.

Fuck. Someone found me.

I looked to my left, and Dan was there. Crying.

Dan. Oh my god, Dan.

"D- Dan?" I whispered.

I could hardly talk, and my voice was really raspy.

"Oh my god. (Y/N) you're awake!" he said happily.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"Be- because you almost died!" he answered.

"Okay, but why do you care?" I persisted.

"(Y/N), I've always cared about you," he whispered.

I sat in shock. Did I really just here what I think I just heard? Did someone actually care about me for once?

"You, you d- do?" I asked.

"Yes. (Y/N), I really, really care about you," he answered. "You're so beautiful, and amazing, and perfect. I just, I really care."

"Dan," I start. "I- why?" I whispered

"(Y/N), I care because," Dan pauses. "Because I, I can't tell you," he finishes looking away, embarrassed

"Oh," is all I can reply, and I stare at him longingly.

"I want to know why you did this," Dan says, his voice strained from crying. "I won't ask you any questions, because it's your own choice to tell me what you want to tell me and when. Trust me, I'm just glad that you're awake."

"Okay," I reply as a nurse comes in.

"Hello miss (Y/N). It's good to see you awake," she says. "I'm just going to check you over, okay?"

"Okay," I say again.

She checks me over for a little bit, and the whole time I'm studying Dan more closely. He seems skinnier and he has dark circles under his eyes. I notice him staring back at me, and I blush and look away.

The nurse finishes and says, "Your vitals look really well, and you should be free to go in a week or two." I breathe out a sigh of relief as she continues. "When we release you, I recommend you go get a therapist, because I believe you'll benefit greatly from it. Of course you won't have to, it's your choice, but it's in your best interest to. I also have some antidepressants prescribed for you, so I'll go get those right now."

She flashes a kind smile, and briskly walks out of the room.

"Therapy and antidepressants my arse," I say annoyedly.

Dan then takes my left hand, and stares intensely into my boring (E/C) eyes with his beautiful chocolate brown ones.

"(Y/N), please consider them, I just want to see you get better," Dan says, choking on his words because he's still crying.

I look away, avoiding his eyes. I don't want to say okay, but my mouth moves before I can stop it.

"Okay," I hear myself say.

Dan sighs in relief and the nurse walks back in with a pill and a small paper cup of water. She sets them down on the table to my right, and then walks back out.

"I don't like her," I mumble.

"Why not?" Dan asks.

"I don't know, she just seems like the really judge-y type of person to me," I say absent mindedly.

"Well, it doesn't matter what she thinks, because you are a beautiful and amazing person," Dan says happily.

I scoff and just shake my head.

"No, I'm not. Far from it actually," I say, staring down at my hands in my lap.

All of a sudden, I feel arms wrap around me, and I instantly start sobbing. I hug Dan back, and just cry into his chest. While I'm crying, he sits down next to me on the hospital bed.

My sobbing has started to slow, and I'm glad because I know I've made his t-shirt wet with my tears. I sit up, and pull away from him. I keep my head down, letting my hair fall around my face as I stare back into my lap.

"I'm sorry," I whisper quietly.

"For what?" he asks, looking at me questioningly.

"For everything," I say as another silent tear runs down my cheek and falls onto my hand in my lap.

"(Y/N)," he whispers, putting his hand under my chin and lifting my head, forcing me to make eye contact with him. "It's okay. I'm okay. You're okay, and that's all that matters to me right now. I may not like that you did....that, but it wasn't my choice, and it's in the past now. 'Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, and today is a gift. That's why they call it the present', remember?" he laughs softly, as he wipes a few stray tears off of my cheeks.

I smile a little, but then remembered something.

A/N: Yay!!! I finally updated omg! haha I'm sincerely sorry about the wait, I've just been having some writer's block, but I've thought up some great ideas for this story, and I can't wait to keep writing. I'm going to start writing the next chapter now, but it'll probably be up sometime tomorrow night or the next, because I like writing long-ish chapters and I'm also really tired right now and I have school and stuff tomorrow, so yeah, but at least I updated right? lol Thanks for reading though, if you have any suggestions or criticism, feel free to leave them in the comments, I highly appreciate it! Thanks again guys! <3