Why don't we shorts

You're no different - Zaniel

Warnings ⚠️:  Daniel has Club Foot, Corbyn got mad because he was complaining about pain

Clubfoot is a birth defect where one or both feet are rotated inward and downward. The affected foot and leg may be smaller than the other. Approximately 50% of cases of clubfoot affect both feet Most of the time, it is not associated with other problems. Without treatment, the foot remains deformed, and people walk on the sides of their feet. This may lead to pain and difficulty walking.

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Daniel pov

I'm hurting so fucking bad! I've been standing for the past three hours. It might not sound that bad, but when you've had countless surgeries on your legs... It's not fun! Clubbed foot is so painful sometimes. I would continue complaining but I have work to do.

We are at the venue we're performing at tomorrow, getting stuff ready. People running around moving things and getting the equipment inside. "Hey, Dani! Come help me move this Amp?" Jonah called from the side of the stage. I just nod and make my way over. "Where we putting it?" I sigh, grabbing the side of the heavy piece of equipment. "Just pushing it back a little bit." He explained. "Ok, ready?" "Yup." With that, we both picked it up, moving it back about ten feet. Once we set it down, he said his thank you and walked back stage to help bring in the instruments. "Daniel! Can you give me a hand with the greenroom?" Jack yells from backstage. I sigh before making my way to the greenroom.

"What's up?" I ask, walking in the room. "Corbyn and I just need some help setting our stuff up in Here." He says, taking the outfit he's wearing on stage and putting it on the clothing rack. I walk over and help put the rest of our outfits up, before getting our in ears set on the table by the door. Once everything is done, my legs are aching pretty bad. I lean down, placing my hands on my knees, taking a bit of the pressure off.

"You okay Daniel?" Jack asks, noticing my pain. "Oh, yeah. I'm fine. My legs just hurt from standing all day." I smile weakly. "Alright, why don't you take a break then?" He suggested. "I'm fine, I need to help you guys." I sigh and walk off before he could protest.

Small time skip

It has been a few hours since Jack noticed my legs hurting me. I can't just stop working, I have a commitment to the band. So I kept pushing through the pain. Until now. It's gotten bad enough that I'm starting to limp. It's hurting up in my back and hips. I make the decision to go over to my boyfriend for help. "Zach! It hurts. I can't do this anymore!" I whimper, a panic attack slowly taking over. "Hey, Daniel. Look at me! It's alright. Big breathes." He holds eye contact with me. I try and do as I was told. I can't get enough air in. "Hey, what happened?" Jonah calmly sits next to me, placing his hand on my knee. Zach mouths 'panic attack'. "Honey big breath, count to three." Jonah explained calmly. I could see Jack sit down next to us out of the corner of my eye. He reached over, holding my hand. "Big breath, 1.. 2.. 3.. Let it out" Zach whispered. I repeated this until I calmed out. Once I was breathing normally and relaxed, I shut my eyes and leaned against Zach.

After a while, I heard footsteps make their way over. I naturally opened my eyes to see who it was, it was Corbyn. "What the hell happened over here? Is everything okay?" He looks down at the dogpile that is his other band members. "Yeah, everything's fine. Daniel had a panic attack." Jack explains to the older man. "What caused it?" Corbyn asked a valid question. "My legs are hurting." I quietly respond. "Oh come on! That is ridiculous! All of our legs hurt Daniel! You don't see us having panic attacks do ya?" He yells, mad at the situation. "Corbyn quit it!" Zach snaps at him. "Please tell me you don't think that's an okay reason to have a melt down?!" I just stand up and ignore all of them. I make my way to the van and grab my bag. Once I have it, I go back to the boys. Without saying a word I unzip my bag and pull out my afo braces. I slide my pant legs up and slip my legs into the braces. "What is that?" Jonah looks at them confused. I don't respond, and just finish tightening the Velcro and pulling my pant legs down. "They are afo's they are used for people with clubbed feet. Club foot means my feet didn't grow right. They were upside down and backwards. That's why my feet were hurting asshole!" I stood up thumped Corbyn on the forehead.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know!" He tried to apologize. "Corbyn, they way you just acted brought me back to elementary school. I got bullied for have braces and crooked legs. I got yelled by the teachers that didn't know my situation for being too slow. Think before you speak. 1 to 4  babies are born with clubbed feet out of every 1000! Use your brain Corbyn." I rant. "Now, I'm tired from that panic attack, so I wanna go get some food and a nap. Who's coming?" I smile, getting a "I am" from the other four.

"I'm really sorry Daniel. Please forgive me?" Corbyn apologies. "I forgive you, love ya man. Maybe I can teach you about club foot. It's actually quite fascinating." I smile. "I'm down"

"I'm proud of you for telling them. You needed to anyways." Zach kisses my temple "thank you." "For what?" "Everything, being there for me when I can't be fully there. I Love you Zach." "I love you, Daniel."

A/N: I decided to write this chapter because I have clubbed feet. I use my own experience and feelings to write this