Fine Line Between Love and Hate | Dan x Reader High School

Hospital

Hey ppl.

Last chapter was a bit much so I apologize.

Again.

Heh (^-^) *Don't hate me*

Enjoy~

(y/n)'s POV

"Hello love." My eyes flickered open and Dan was sitting beside me. My eyelids were heavy and my body was numb. The hospital bed was uncomfortable underneath me, but I couldn't move so I ignored it. I lazily rolled my head to the other side, noticing the rain pattering outside the window, over looking the city from some high up floor and the TV going quietly with the news station. I rolled my head back over to Dan who was weary eyes, but smiling.

"I was shot a little." I said, and old tears dripped down his cheeks.

"Yeah, you were." he breathed, swallowing a cry.

"I'm okay now you know." I said, and he nodded, taking my hand.

"I know, I was just really scared." he said.

"I know. Sorry."

"Don't be. I'm just glad you're okay." he said, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. I felt my heart beat jump and the monitor beside me caught it. He didn't seem to notice. "I love you." he said, placing his forehead on my shoulder. My heart rate monitor increased and this time it caught his attention. He looked at me questioningly and opened his mouth to say something, but the nurse opened the door, interrupting us.

"Can you step out for a moment sir?" she asked, and he nodded.

"I'll go get us food." he said, still startled and questioning as he left. The nurse did a few things and left, leaving me alone. I glanced at the news caster woman on the screen, turning up the volume slightly. It was in the morning, and they were reporting the shooting from last night.

"Last night a shooting at the Panic! at the Disco Pray for the Wicked tour London stop was attacked last night. No one was killed, but one girl, 16, was injured and admitted into the hospital. The shooter was detained quickly and no one else was hurt. Motives are unknown but he is being interrogated currently. Please stay tuned for an interview this evening with the female who was shot during the attack yesterday."

The news turned to something else and I felt my nerves rise. I had to be interviewed when I can barely walk if at all?? I didn't want the entire city to see me helpless in my hospital bed. Who agreed to this? Dan re entered, two plates of breakfast in his hands. He noticed me, panicked and my heart rate monitor going wild. He shoved them onto the desk beside me and rushed to my side.

"Hey, hey what's wrong." he asked, grasping my arm.

"I'm supposed to do an interview?!" I asked and Dan looked at me confused.

"What with who?" he asked. I pointed to the screen where the woman who had reported me sat talking about something else.

"I didn't agreed to that, and neither did your mother." he said. She must've visited last night, but had to go into work.

"Well who did?" I asked. There was a knock at the door and I looked over at it. Dan stood to answer it.

"Woah." he stopped, stepping aside to let the figure in. He went around to my other side as they entered.

"Hello, you must be (y/n). The girl who took one of those shots." my heart sped and I was sweating as I looked at Brendon standing in the doorway.

"What the ever loving fu--"

"(y/n)." Dan stopped me, noticing my vitals and I tried to calm down. I noticed he came in with him wife who seemed skeptical of me until she noticed how young I was. I could understand that, being the wife to a popular singer.

"I just wanted to see if you were okay. And tell you you're very brave." he said. It felt like he was talking to me like I was 5 but I didn't care. I glanced over at his jacket draped over one of the chairs in the room.

"Thanks. And I..uh..kinda bled all over your jacket." I said, my face flushing. He glanced over at it.

"Oh that's fine, it's yours now. I just wanted to know if there was anything I could do for you?" he asked. "I feel so bad."

"No, that's alright." I said.

"Not even autographing things? Hanging out for a day or--"

"No, that's okay." I said, pausing. "Actually the autographs sound great, but can you do something?"

"Yes of course."

"You can probably get to the news station easier than I can, so is there anyway you can help get me out of that interview or like take my place?" I asked.

"I can most definitely do that for you. I'm glad you're not bitter."

"Why?" I asked.

"It's just it happened at my concert and you came for a good time is all."

"It's not your fault. And I'm okay now." I said, smiling.

"Yes, that's true, and I hope you get better soon." he said. I nodded a thanks and he left.

"What the hell?" Dan asked.

"What?"

"You just talked to him like it was no big deal and you have his jacket." Dan said.

"I mean, if you want it you can have it, but it's all bloody." I joked and he laughed. He watched me with admiration and I shied away. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing. I'm just really happy you're okay. I don't know what I'd do without you." he said. I smiled shyly. "Here." he said, letting go and handing me my breakfast. I ate it happily, starving from last night. Another nurse came in after, turning me to my side to look at the bullet wound in my back.

"We're lucky it's far from the spinal cord" she said, letting me roll back. I glanced to see that Dan was staring. I felt my face flush and she left.

"You look tired." Dan said and I nodded. "You should sleep."

"But I just woke up and had breakfast."

"But that doesn't mean you don't need rest." he said. I nodded and let my head relax into the pillow. It was silent for a long while and finally I spoke up.

"You can leave if you want. You look tired too." I said.

"No, I feel better staying with you." he said. I let out a hum in response as my eyes drooped. I felt myself drifting off for a long while until Dan approached my bedside. "Still pretty." he commented, brushing hair from my face. I felt him press a kiss to my lips and I held my breath, as he then rested his head against my arm, letting out a sigh. I could feel him relax as he fell asleep against me and I couldn't help but fall asleep too.