Slave| Hollywood Undead|AU|

Chapter 10

Hey guys this is the final chapter. The next chapter will be the Epilogue and then there will be a new story coming to fill the void this will leave. My question to you is which of these two stories do you want first?

A) Puppy Love-AU- George Ragan is an experienced hybrid owner, he has owned many different types. He is given the task of nursing a very ill abused hybrid back to health. This will be challenging but George is determined to do it.

Or

B) Lost Boys-AU- Everyone wants to find themselves, they want to know who they are and where they stand in the big world. If you are in the Lost Boys home in Los Angeles it could be even harder as you have to constantly fight to get yourself noticed. Surrounded by only boys 24/7 means they are going to experiment right??

All you guys need to do is write A or B in the comments!!!

Onto the story

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Danny p.o.v

"Hey, do you think Danny is going to wake up?" Dylan asks Jorel. I have no idea what is going on right now. The last thing I can remember is going to sleep in between them after I got rescued from Aron's clutches. "It could be anytime any day. George said that Danny was in shock and has slipped into a little coma, but he is gonna be just fine. It's been about three days now," Jorel says, confirming the fact that I had no idea what day or month I am in right now. I felt really weak, probably weaker than I had been after Aron has beaten me before or when I have gone days without food working as a slave for other people. I felt Dylan's hand on my cheek and I couldn't help but smile, after everything we have been through he still loves me.

"I felt that smile bear," he tells me. I don't think he knows if I am truly awake or just acting on reflex. I decided to try and open my eyes to make them both feel a little more at ease and see where I go from there. It definitely took a few minutes, but I finally opened my eyes. "Hello Danny," Dylan says once he sees me looking at him. "Hi Dylan," I say, and he smiled. Jorel must have walked out after talking to Dylan or was at the door frame because I couldn't see him anywhere. My voice was barely there, but the house is so quiet he heard me. "I was so worried about you," Dylan says, he was sitting next to me on the bed and I reached out for his hand, so I could hold it tightly. "I know, but I am going to be okay," I tell him, and he smiles.

George walked into the room about five minutes later and had a big grin on his face once he saw me sort of sitting up with the help of pillows. "How are you feeling Danny?" He asks, he was also doing a head to toe check on me. "Rough, but I think I will be okay with your help," I tell him, being completely honest with the older man. I felt quite sore as well, it probably has been a will since I was last given medication. "Well, I will give you some meds then do these dressing changes okay?" George asks me, and I nod at him. I heard Jorel shouting downstairs and I looked to Dylan with one of my eyebrows raised. "Him and Jess have been fighting like this for weeks now. It got worse after you got taken," George says.

"She wants his attention for herself and doesn't get why he would want to spend time at your side trying to look after you while you need it," Dylan says, trying to reassure me that their couple's spat was not my fault. I wasn't really going to blame myself, but the doubt always creeps in whenever something goes wrong. "To be honest, I never really liked Jess much," I tell them while we wait for the pain medication to work. "Me neither Danny, there has always been something about her that hasn't sat right with me," George says. I think Dylan agrees with the pair of us, but it's not up to us what happens to Jorel and Jess, it's up to them. Now that I am not in any pain George decides to change the dressings like he probably has been doing for the three days I was comatose.