Cameron's P.O.V
This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. We'd just lost Ben and now we might lose James. Because of Danny, er, Daniel...whatever his name was. This was all too much to wrap my head around. My heart sank when they came to get Danny. He was freaking out and they had to end up sedating him so he wouldn't hurt himself or anyone else.
And here we were. At the hospital. Waiting for any news on James. I sighed and got up from my seat, pacing around the floor. Sam looked up and patted the spot next to him. "Sit down, Cameron" he said.
I took a deep breath and flopped down in the seat next to him.
"What's taking them so long?" Sam asked, sighing. "They should have told us something by now."
I knew he was upset. And worried. So was I. About both of them. I wasn't allowed any information about Danny right now and it was killing me. I couldn't get that image of his face out of my head. That scared, confused face.
I'd had enough. I jumped up when I saw a doctor walk by and gently grabbed his arm. "Can you give us any information on James Cassells?"
I asked. The doctor shook his head and patted my shoulder. "I don't have any info at the moment, I'm sure the doctor will be out here soon to speak with you."
I nodded and let go of his arm, making my way back to Sam. "He doesn't know anything" I told him as I took a seat in the seat next to him.
Sam yawned and rested his head against my shoulder. I smiled softly and rested my head on top of his. It wasn't long until Sam fell into a somewhat restless sleep, and I allowed my own eyes to close and it didn't take long until I was asleep as well.
Danny's P.O.V
I opened my eyes slowly and tried to focus on my surroundings. Nothing looked familiar. Where was I? What happened? Where were the guys at? Oh God. James. What have I done?
It wasn't long until my heart was pounding and my breathing was out of control. Did I kill one of my best friends? No. This wasn't happening. I needed help. But who would help me? I wasn't even sure where I was, or how I got here.
"Help!" I screamed, hoping someone would hear me.
It wasn't long until the door came flying open and what I assumed was a doctor came through the door. "We're going to need you to calm down, Mr. Worsnop" he said as he approached my bed.
"What's going on? Where am I? Where's James?!" I wanted answers and I wanted them now.
"I'll answer any questions you might have, Danny. But first you need to calm down." He informed me.
I wasn't sure how calming down was an option, but I knew I had to try.
"Okay" I began, trying to regain my composure. "Will you please tell me what's going on?"
The doctor nodded and shut the door behind, pulling a seat up next to my bed. "My name is Walter, Dr. Walter Owens" the man started, extending his hand for me to shake.
"Danny you were brought in here a couple of days ago. Do you remember anything that happened?" He asked me.
I swallowed hard and shrugged my shoulders. "I remember bits and pieces, but nothing really significant" I replied, fighting back the tears.
"Do you remember what happened to James, Danny?" He asked me softly.
I could feel my breathing quicken and I felt like I might pass out."he was shot." I said simply, not wanting to continue.
Walter nodded and urged me to continue. "Yes, go on Mr. Worsnop. You're safe here." He said trying to reassure me and my fears.
"They said I shot him....but I didn't. I wouldn't hurt him. I promise I wouldn't." I said, rising off the bed a little.
Dr. Owens took a deep breath and sat his clipboard on my bed. "Danny, have you ever heard of DID?" He asked me.
I shook my head and bit at my lower lip, waiting for him to continue.
"DID is Dissociative identity disorder. Basically, you've created another personality, or an alter named Daniel."
This didn't make any sense. I created an alter? An alter that tried to kill one of my brothers. "When did I create him?" I asked softly.
Walter picked up his clipboard and started looking through his notes. "According to a conversation Cameron had with Daniel, he came to be when you were heavy into drugs a few years ago."
This was all too much to handle. What was going to happen to me now? James was in the hospital. Because I, er, my alter Daniel tried to kill him. This was a lot to take in.
"Am I going to jail?" I asked finally, suddenly regretting I'd asked.
Dr. Owens shook his head. "No, Danny. When the call came in, the police called me. I came to your house, met with your friends and they filled me in on what had happened. When things like this happen, usually you spend your time, or some of it in my care. We have a lot of work to do. It's going to take time to get through these obstacles. But we will. If you trust me enough to be your doctor. Do you trust me?" He asked.
At this moment in time, he was the only person I trusted. "Yes, I trust you" I answered, letting my eyes slip closed for a moment before opening them once more.
"Have...has there been an update on James?" I asked softly.
Dr. Owens shook his head. "Not yet. I'm going to give Cameron a call here in a bit and see if there's been any word. And as soon as I find out something I will let you know."
