A/n: some of the thoughts (y/n) has in this chapter are not healthy. If you feel like something is wrong, or think you need help, please tell someone. No problem is too small.
Dan's POV
I don't think that could've gone any better. My heart skips a beat every time (y/n) looks at me, or I look at her, or even just as our hands brush together as we walk down the street. I'm like a teenager all over again with my first girlfriend, except ten times better.
Your POV
This is the best day I've had in such a long time.
As we walk down the street, I hold Dan's hand, swinging it back and forth as our shoulders bump into each other as we walk down the street.
"So, where is it you want to go?" Dodie asks beside me, and I shrug my shoulders.
"I dunno, but I'm really fucking hungry, and need something to cleanse my pallet from hospital food," I reply, and she laughs.
"Well, I think I know just the thing for that."
Dodie leads us to a rather large restaurant, and I realize it's a buffet. Dan and I both exchange looks, and I realize we both have issues with buffets. Both because we're incredibly anxious people, and me because I have literally the worst relationship with food. I take a deep breath, before following Dodie.
She pays for the four of us, and her and Phil go crazy, while Dan and I stand back, exchanging a look.
"Buffets give me such bad anxiety," he admits. "I feel rushed, so I just pick up anything that sounds relatively good, and end up with a collage of food that definitely does not go together."
I laugh. "Yeah, I know what you mean," I reply. We both sigh, before grabbing plates, and going through the food.
The buffet has an assortment of literally almost every food you can think of. Italian, Chinese, Mexican, American. As I reach for silverware, I realize how much my hands are trembling. Dan must notice too, as he rubs my back reassuringly, and I give him a gracious smile. I look back down at the food, take a deep breath, and dive in.
The good part about this almost endless buffet is it comes with all my favorite food, but a lot of them happen to be my fear foods. As much as I want to get over this part of my life, I know there are some things that if I do eat, I'll completely tear myself apart for the rest of the day. I only stick to healthier options, or at least, as healthy as you can get at a buffet. Finally, when Dan and I are both finished with our plates, we walk to where Dodie and Phil sit.
Plopping down in the chair, I look down at the food sitting in front of me, and take a bite of the first thing on my plate.
"So, is there anything else you want to do today?" Dodie asks when I'm about halfway through my food, and already starting to feel full.
I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know. Honestly, I'm kind of tired, and starting to feel like I'm going to go into a food coma."
Dodie laughs. "Okay, we can go home after this. Considering you've been in bed for weeks now, you've probably had an exhausting day."
The feeling of food sitting in my stomach makes me miserable, but I use every bone in my body to ignore it. Dodie takes some gummy bears, wrapping them in a towel and shoving them in her pocket before we leave, taking them out and munching on them as we walk down the street. Fatigue washes over me, and the only thing I want to do now is crawl into bed. Finally, we come back to the apartment, and I'm about five seconds away from asking Dan to carry me up the stairs, but I push myself through, until we finally reach our place. Walking in, I immediately head to our room, flopping onto the bed, and falling asleep only seconds later.

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