Back to life

Part 12 Danny's Journal

You have been out of your coma for a week now. You still have amnesia. Joe has been taking your lack of memories really hard. He's gone back to his family as they need him too. You look so pale and weak. You are asleep again when Jon and I came in. Donnie has also gone home too. So the gang is divided again but in a good way. Jon takes his position on the bed. I sit in the chair next to you. I smile when you snuggle into your brother or at least as much as the traction on your leg allows. I grab my cell phone.

"Don't you dare, Danny?".

"But you're so cute together". I take it anyway cos I would never hear the end of it from the other two that aren't here "Why do you do that anyway?".

"It's from we were kids. Jordan used to climb into my bed when he was scared from a bad dream or a thunderstorm. He thought it would go away if he cuddled into big brother. He would deny it now" Jon replied "So I thought while he's here; I would cuddle him to keep him safe".

You wake up a little later; it's nice to see those chocolate brown eyes again. You still look out of it. Besides your head injury and I guess your leg, everything is healing nicely. Because you are still out of it, they haven't told you much about your leg injury. Where it was pinned down they thought you may lose your leg. Lucky they found you in time cos if they didn't, you would have lost it. It's not the news that a great dancer like you needs to hear. J, you have had an operation on it so it will be a while for you to able to walk again.

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I read the same three sentences over and over again.

'Where it was pinned down they thought you may lose your leg. Lucky they found you in time cos if they didn't, you would have lost it. It's not the news that a great dancer like you needs to hear'

I am still angry with the world. I shouldn't be it's not its fault. I don't blame myself I blame everyone else. They weren't the one who had nightmares for months, the same one over and over again. It was where I was on the bus and then it was dark and cold and I was alone. I couldn't move any part of my body. I was stuck. During I could hear metal crunching and screaming. I could feel being launched from my seat and through the window. I could still feel the pain. Wait I remember.

I start shaking. I look around but nobody is there. I fall to the floor and grab at my knees which I tuck up into my chin still shaking. There I wait out the attack hoping someone will find me.