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Chapter Fourty Five - The Best Night

It's been two weeks since I got out of hospital and I can still barely do a thing for myself, I am just not getting used to having my leg in a cast, at all.

Dan walks into the kitchen as I'm trying to pull a bowl down from the top shelf of a cupboard with one of my crutches.

"Jesus Emily, you're going to break something" he runs over and grabs the bowl just as it falls off the edge of the shelf.

"I could've got that myself you know" I roll my eyes as he sets it on the counter in front of me.

"Yeah well, I'd rather do it for you" he says. He's standing in front of me in his boxers and a t shirt. His hair is all over the place and he has his glasses on.

I kind of want to pounce on him, but that sort of thing is difficult when you have a broken leg.

"I can't wait until this thing comes off" I murmur as I pull him closer to me.

He chuckles slightly and leans in closer to me "Just four weeks to go"

I kiss him and he kisses me back. But I sense something is wrong with him.

"Are you okay?" I ask, pressing my nose against his.

"I'm fine..." he slips his arm around my waist. "I'm going for dinner with the boys tonight, Chrissy's coming too, so you have to come as well"

"Sounds like a demand Daniel"

"It is a bit... I mean, it's kind of important that you're there... because..." he trails off mid sentence.

"Because why?" I'm curious.

"Because I have something important I need to tell everyone"

"And I don't get a clue as to what it is?" I ask.

"Nope" he kisses my nose. "But we've got some time to spare if you wanna maybe... hang with me?" Dan smirks at me and I drop my crutches. Something tells me I won't need them, and I'm right.

He lifts me into his arms and carries me to my bedroom.

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Hours later we're still lying in bed.

Dans phone has been ringing non stop for the last half hour, the Twin Peaks theme is beginning to get a little annoying.

"Can you please answer that? It's giving me a headache" I mutter and pull the duvet over my head.

"Alright, alright" I feel him lean over to grab his phone, but the call cuts off before he answers.

"Fuck"

"What?" I resurface from under the covers.

"We have to be at the restaurant in like half an hour, that's why everyone's been calling me, I told Kyle I'd run by his beforehand" Dan jumps out of bed and throws on black jeans and the first t shirt he picks up off the floor.

"Listen, will you be okay to get there? Chrissy's coming by to pick you up in like ten minutes" He kisses me quickly on the lips and then slips his converse on before running out the door without waiting for an answer.

"Ten minutes?" I mumble to myself as I shuffle off the bed and hop to my wardrobe "How am I meant to be ready in ten minutes?!"

I grab a short black dress and quickly pull it on. I've basically been living in dresses when I've had to leave the house, because trying to get jeans on over a leg cast is quite literally impossible.

There's no hope of wearing heels, well, one heel, either... because walking on one of those is another accident waiting to happen.

I pull on one of my black Doc Martens and strap my ankle boot on to my other foot. God this thing is ugly.