Wake me up. Dan X reader

Recovery

*Phil's POV*

I can't describe the pain I experienced when I saw Dan kiss her again. Though it did help me realise something. I'm happy that they're happy. I was wrong about Dan, I think he's nice. (Cheeky adventure time reference!)

*Dan's POV*

I know I say it often but I really fucking love Y/N! It's been about three weeks. It's march the second today. She's made so much progress. Her hair has grown, her eyes are brighter, her wounds have healed and her smile is wider. I do feel sorry for Phil, he went through a lot these past few weeks. I think he's moving on slowly.

I do worry that Y/N may hurt herself again... Purposely...

Joe and Alfie went over and cleaned her bathroom. The blood, I went over to help them, there was so much blood.

It wasn't easy, looking after her but I would do it again in a heartbeat. It was an excuse to see her.

I know she loves me and that is a great feeling to have.

Her bandage is gone. She has a fading scar on her forehead. She's still covered in scars from the mirror incident a while back. Whenever I look at her neck I feel a tug at my stomach. I think of that beastly man who was given the honour of being in her presence, he treated her appallingly. A sorry excuse of a father. (I know I had a typo, this was a long time ago stop commenting about it!)

I feel awful seeing her still so weak and delicate. I can guarantee that she won't be out of my sight until she doesn't need me. I know that she is an introvert but she'll have to deal with me for a while.

*First person*

I know Dan wants to look after me but I'm fine. Phil has left he's gone back to get Dan and I some clothes. Dan has showered but he's still wearing bloody clothes. It's weird because it's my blood. In a way I was kind of happy that he refused to change, he had been sitting there for a month in my blood. It sounds creepy but I felt comfortable knowing that Dan literally had some of me with him always, and he refused to take his clothes off. I sound like a stalker now.

The sound of beeping from the machines tracking my pulse burned into my ear drums and haunted my dreams. Often waking up in a cold sweat, Dan would be there to dry my tears and send me back to sleep.

I'm feeling human again. I'm still pale and dizzy. But my bandage is gone and my hair is growing back. I have a 2010 Dan haircut going on right now. He says the emo fringe kind of suits me.

Every day I'm hoping I'll be discharged. Every day I'm tested and assessed. Every day I'm kept under observation and told to put my bags back.

I've been in here too long.

Zoe has filmed a video for my channel explaining roughly what happened without getting to personal. She said it was an accident and that I'm recovering. Honestly I couldn't have asked for a better friend. She visits lots and brings me flowers so I don't feel like a prisoner. She hugs me and we talk until visiting hours are over and she's pried away from my room.

We text and skype until early hours of the morning as I also do with Dan. Occasionally I even call Phil, he visits now and then. Dan comes at 7am and leaves at 6:30pm to cook Phil and his dinner. We've done that for weeks, it feels like routine now. He has finally changed thank god.

The days all melt away before us.

Tomorrow I'm finally being discharged...