This Love, This Hate (DM x TP) COMPLETE

Chapter Twenty-One

-Del Taco information was given to me by @fuck4abuck , I don't have Del Taco up here in Iowa so he helped me out-

Deuce

"So, you've remembered almost everything, except the man you keep dreaming about." The medical student, named Adeline, asks.
"Yes, it's really frustrating that I can't remember him." I sigh, grunting in frustration.
"What if he is somehow tied in with Hollywood Undead? They replaced you right?" She questions.

I nod, unsure where she was going with this. She types something on her computer and then turns the screen to me. It was a picture of Hollywood Undead, and their new member. He was a spitting image of the man I was dreaming about every night. My jaw drops, then I glare at the screen as sudden hatred engulfs me.

"I remember him. Daniel Murillo. I hate him. At least, I remember how much I hated him. I don't know him personally; at least I don't think I do. So I can't really hate him, I just think I hate that he replaced me." I say softly, unsure of myself.

"I think maybe we could try to reach out to Hollywood Undead, they can take care of you once you're discharged, which should be in few days." Adeline answers, pulling out her phone. She types on it for a bit then shows me the screen. She DM'd Jorel on Twitter, explaining that I was in San Jose hospital and the band needs to come to the hospital to see me. I look at her in shock.

"Jorel follows you on Twitter?" Was all I managed to say to her.
"Yeah, I met the band at on one of their tours last year." The medical student laughs, as if it was obvious.

"That's cool." I chuckle, smiling at her.

Her phone dings and she looks at it again, smiling. Then she shows me her phone. Jorel answered, thanking her and he sounded excited. I didn't understand his excitement about it, but it made me smile.

"If you want, I could sneak in some food for us and we can watch a movie? You're my only patient." Adeline offers.
"Man, Del Taco sounds so good. Please?" I give her a puppy face and she giggles.
"Of course, what do you want?"
"Two number fives, the chicken soft tacos, with the wavy fries." I tell her and she nods before leaving the room.

I lay back in my bed, thinking about Danny. Why is he in my dreams? I hate him, right? He took my spot in Hollywood Undead; I should hate him. But I am unsure if I really do hate the man. So, how does he fit in with my memory loss? I don't understand the mixed feelings I have towards the new front man of Hollywood Undead. When Adeline showed me his picture, I got a bit of a warm feeling in my chest. What the fuck does that mean? If it wasn't anger, then what was it? I can tell you one thing, he's fucking beautiful. A part of me wanted to beat the hell out of him, but the other part was unsure.