Insane

Chapter 12

The world is a dark and cold place. It calls for a lot of feeling around the dark, trying to find a way through it. And often times...you get lost.

Danny had his arms wrapped around me as my world spun every time I opened my eyes. The couch became my new best friend and food became my worst enemy.

The doctors said it was it was still apart of my brain trauma or something. I don't really remember. Remembering gave me a migraine.

But then there was Daniel. He was still there. Living. Breathing. Making me happier. Comforting.

"Do you want some ginger ale?" He asked in a whisper, knowing any loud noise would kill my head.

I mumbled something that I thought was a no inside my head but sounded nothing like that coming out of my mouth.

Daniel moved off the couch and tucked my blanket up to my chin. I tried mumbling my thanks but that also didn't quite turn out right.

"I have to go to school, but I'll back as soon as possible. Feel better," Daniel whispered and kissed my forehead before walking away.

I was asleep on and off all day. I remember briefly waking up to Daniel talking quietly with my mother before passing out again.

After four days of this, Daniel began spending the night on the ground right beside the couch. On the seventh day, I finally began to feel better.

Daniel was passed out on the floor, snoring quietly with a colorful Afghan my grandmother made many years ago wrapped around his lanky frame. I smiled and reached down to take the glasses off his face before silently getting up and going to my room. My world still spun and I had to grab my doorframe to regain some balance, but I was better. I grabbed one of my blankets from my bed and dragged it back into the living room. I draped it over Daniel before crawling back into my couch nest and fell back asleep.

I awoke the next morning to the sound of sizzling bacon and the smell of warm pancakes. It made my mouth water with excitement.

"Good morning," my mother cooed from the stove as I managed to stumble past Daniel to the kitchen. "Someone's feeling better..."

I nodded groggily and flopped down in one of the chairs while rubbing my eyes.

"And you have such lovely bedhead," she commented and I stuck my tongue out at her.

Someone mumbled a good morning behind me and draped their arms over my shoulders.

"Mornin'," I mumbled to Daniel and pecked his cheek.

"Glad to see you better," he whispered and beamed at me.

His now dark purple hair was sticking up in several direction and he had dark bags under his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot and there was a bit of stubble growing on his chin.

"You need a shave," I said.

Daniel snorted. "Me? You should see yourself. You got a whole 5 'o' clock shadow going on there."

I lifted my arms to feel my prickly jawline and frowned. "Oh boy. That needs to be fixed."

Daniel chuckled and sat beside me, his eyelids fluttering as he tried to focus on me. "Sleepy," he muttered.