The Demon Inside - REWORK IN PROGRESS WILL BE NEW VERSION SOON

Part 27

TW – MAJOR DEATH – PLEASE BRING TISSUES THIS WAS A PSA-

Danny P.O.V – late 2014

It's been a week since Vardan brought me home. We decided to wait until now to get me back on my feet as the wound on my leg had not healed. It's been a rough adjustment going from being a normal two-legged person to only having a leg and a half. I didn't mind so much because it meant that I could be back with Jorel, where I am meant to be. The incision on my leg has healed now so I can begin to learn how to walk again. Jorel wouldn't go near me for the first day, he knows why I got so sick now and he felt guilty for it no matter how many times I would tell him that it wasn't. It was all my fault because I didn't tell him that I had hurt my leg after the show when he was about to shadow travel with me for the first time.

Jorel has been making me rest in bed for the week and I have been enjoying the rest and relaxation while the Coven war still rages on around us. Aron knows by now that Vardan and I have gone, and he will be mad, he will be trying to get anyone of his crew to find me and Vardan. He'd probably bring us back and kill us. I have seen Vardan a couple of times since he left. He likes to know how I am getting on and to see if he can help us in anyway since he feels grateful that we spared his life that day he brought me home. It is weird to call him Vardan when I know him as Truth, but now I am talking to him more over text I feel like I prefer to call him Vardan. He wants to leave his old life behind and start afresh.

Hayden has reassured us that Vardan is not going to face the same charges that await Aron if Hayden or the guard get their hands on him. "So, you're gonna walk for the first time today," Jorel tells me. He was feeling a lot happier now. I hug him tightly in bed, he hugs me back. "Yep, and you need to stop feeling so damn guilty about all of this. It was my fault since I didn't tell you that I had been stabbed by a hater. I should have told you so that none of this would have happened," I tell him, and he puts his hand on my cheek. I love waking up next to him in the morning. I could feel the guilt because of our soulmate bond. He feels guilty every time he looks at my leg now, I don't like it. He shouldn't have to feel this way.

"I know Danny, but I could have asked if you had anything like that. I know that you have haters because of Aron and that's not fair on you," he tells me. I have shown him the messages of hate I have been receiving since 2010 and it's safe to say it makes him angry almost every time he sees it. He also gets it on posts that he makes of us or when I am featured on any of the guy's pictures on Instagram. "They are just jealous that their so-called leader can't make decent music and we make amazing music. I am used to hate so it doesn't really bother me anymore," I tell him. My aunt and uncle used to scream hate at me daily until CPS intervened and I was taken into orphanage after my mom and dad died. My ex used to be quite nasty too.

"You're the strongest man I know, and I am proud of you for that. I just don't think that you should be taking the blame for what happened that night," he tells me, and he sits up in bed. "How about we both share the blame then seeing as how we have equal parts where we were at fault?" I ask him, and he pulls me onto his lap. I wrap my arms around him and he holds me tighter. "Alright," he replies, and I rest my head on his shoulder. This has definitely been the toughest thing we have faced together since we started dating. "I love you Jay," I tell him, we have been barely separated since I came home. I guess the weeks that I have been missing were tough on him too. "I love you too Dan, always will," he tells me.

I received the leg a week ago and it was fitted, then we discovered the wound was still there and not scarred over so we have to wait until now where it has healed so I can continue my recovery. Jay grabbed the stuff we need and passed it over to me. A couple of minutes later I was all ready to start taking my first steps again. "How do you feel about losing most of your leg?" Jorel asks me, he is crouching in front of me and is ready to pull me to my feet when I am ready. "I guess a large part of me is upset since you never expect to be the one to lose a leg. But an even larger part of me is happy to make that small sacrifice so that we are both here to defeat that slimy bastard once and for all," I tell him.