Dan Howell x Reader

Chapter 5

"It's unlocked," you groan feebly from the couch.

Your vision is swimming slightly, but you can make out Dan tentatively opening the door and stepping inside.

"Hey, I brought some plasters and stuff-oh god..." he trails off, clearly not realizing just how badly you're hurt. He hurriedly crosses the room, kneeling next to the couch.

"Where exactly are you hurt? Here, try to sit up a little," he says anxiously, brows furrowed, as he gently guides you into a sitting position. Spikes of pain shoot through your head, making you noticeably grimace.

"I think I may have a concussion, I tripped, ripped up my elbow, then hit my head," you sputter through gritted teeth. Your vision swims even more, but the feeling of his hands gently placed on your shoulders and back sends an electric sensation through your body.

Dan reaches into a plastic bag.

"Okay, first things first: drugs. Here, these are kinda strong so you might be kinda stupid for a while but you'll feel better at least, hopefully. I'm gonna go get some water for you, where's your kitchen?"

You weakly point with your uninjured arm. He hastily stands up, and you watch as he retreats into the other room. You feel woozy, but your vision is clearing up slightly, possibly from the boost of adrenaline from his touch. You hear the opening and closing of cabinets as Dan frantically searches for a glass.

"Ok, take these," he says, crossing the room as quickly as he can without spilling the full glass of water. He watches you with concerned eyes as you swallow the pills, then reaches into the bag again, pulling out a roll of bandages and some hydrogen peroxide.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," he says quickly and apologetically, seeing the look of horror on your face. "As you somehow psychically knew, I did this too, and if you don't disinfect it it'll just get infinitely worse, I'm sorry, I know it's gonna hurt so I'll try to be quick."

So much for a good first impression. First you completely embarrass him in front of his best friend and a store full of women, now you need him to play doctor for you. Not that you mind.

"It's okay, I understand, just be fast..."

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Half an hour later and after nearly fainting a few times, your elbow is wrapped in bandages, and you can feel your eyes drooping. Dan is still kneeling by the couch, and gives a sigh of relief. He turns to look at you, and your heart flutters at the expression of concern on his face.

"Okay, I think that's good. How are you feeling? (Y/N)? ...(Y/N)?"

This is the last thing you hear and see before drifting into unconsciousness.