Daniel/Danny's P.O.V
I was tired. More tired than I ever remember feeling in my entire life. The fact the good old doctor had given me a shot when I first came in probably had a lot to do with it.
I laid back against the mattress, resting my hands behind my head as I looked up at the ceiling. I yawned and shook my head, trying to keep myself awake.
It wasn't long, however before I felt my eyes start to droop and soon everything went black.
---a few hours later----
I opened my eyes and was immediately confused. Where was I? I looked around and suddenly it hit me. I was back in my room at the hospital. But how?
I shrugged and got up off the be, turning toward the door as it opened slowly. "Dr. Owens wants to see you, Daniel?" He asked, obviously afraid I was going to bitch at him.
"Danny." I said simply as I headed for the door. I sighed as I made my way down the hallway, stopping in front of the doctors office. I knocked on the door and waited for him to answer.
"Come in." I heard from the other side of the door. I opened the door and stepped inside, taking a seat on the edge of the couch.
"Daniel?" He asked as he scooted his chair closer to me.
I shook my head and sighed "no, it's Danny." I said.
For some reason I felt like breaking down, but I wasn't quite sure why.
Maybe I was missing Ben. Maybe I missed my friends. Maybe I felt bad for what Daniel had done to James. Who knows.
I shut my eyes, trying hard to keep my tears at bay.
"Are you okay, Danny?" Dr. Owens asked.
I swallowed hard and shook my head. "No. I'm not." I started. "I haven't been okay since I lost Ben." I took in a few deep breaths in an attempt to compose myself. "I know what Daniel did to James. He almost killed him. And I know none of them will probably ever forgive me. And I can't say I blame them."
Dr. Owens sighed and shook his head. "Danny, they understand...or they will." He began. "I think it's important that we get them here for a session in the near future. I think it's important for your treatment."
I sighed and shook my head. The thought of having the guys around me scared me. I never thought I'd ever feel that way. Especially about them.
We'd been so close for so long, now Ben's gone and I know everything has changed.
"They won't come. Cameron might, but I doubt the rest of them will. And I can't say I blame them too much." I'd never been one to show my feelings, until now. I could feel the tears welling in my eyes and as hard as I tried to fight them, I couldn't.
"Let me call them." He said as he dialed a number and waited for an answer.
"Hello?" Cameron said.
"Hey Cameron. It's Dr. Owens. I'm here with Danny. Daniel is gone for now, an we're trying to work on his recovery. I think it would be beneficial to all of you if you'd come to a session. What do you think?"
My heart sank and I could only imagine what they were saying now.
"Alright. How about tomorrow?" He asked.
I could see him smile and give me the thumbs up as he said "see you tomorrow around 1" and hung up the phone.
"They agreed to come." He said.
It was happening. I was going to be face to face with my brothers. My brothers that hated me. This would be interesting to say the least.
Oh god. I was going to see them tomorrow.
