Fix You - A The Script/Danny O'Donoghue Fanfic

Chapter 32

Wednesday. No change. Thursday. No change. And I had barely left the room. Shawn had flown away this morning, he had stayed an extra day, hoping that Amy would wake up. And that didn’t happen, so he left.

“Dan, we have an interview today.” Glen reminded me from the door way, it would be the first time I really left. I’ve been sleeping here and I rarely leave for food, the boys tend to bring food up for me. “I brought you a muffin and some tea.” He added, holding up a bag.

“I’m not really hungry Glen.” I responded. Another reason I barely leave, I just don’t want food, seeing her like this, upsets me. At first I was angry she would do this, then guilty I didn’t stop her, but after I saw her it was just sadness. I feel like I’ve lost her already.

“When did you last eat?” He asked me.

“I don’t know, yesterday sometime.” I couldn’t raise my voice, I wouldn’t waste that energy.

“Daniel, come on. You are killing yourself here. What makes you think she would want that?”

“She wouldn’t. I never claimed she would Glen. I said I wasn’t hungry.”

“Danny, can you please eat for me.” He begged. I just sighed and took the bag from his hand.

“If it’ll make you happy.” I took a bite, I really wasn’t hungry. But, I could really go a drink. One that contains alcohol.

“There we go.” He even smiled, they must be worried about me. Guess they have good reason, I went crazy after seeing her kiss a guy, of course they should expect worse when she is like this. I haven’t exactly given them a reason not to either, not eating, not writing and barely leaving this room don’t look great. I sit here and sing songs she might like and cry. “We are going to leave in 2 hours, I’ll come by and pick you up.” He informed me, before leaving us. I looked at Amy for a bit, wishing she would just wake up. Give us that stupid smile and say ‘Surprise!’ But, she has barely moved.

“Well, just me and you. Hey, I promised I wouldn’t leave until tonight. But I need a drink, I know and I’m sorry. I can’t watch this, I can’t live like this, with all this pain. Just hurry up and come back to us, okay? Me and you we can sort ourselves out together.” I got up, stopping at the door, looking back with the hope she would say something. Not a thing. The girl is barely breathing on her own. Give her time Dan. Luckily, I was able to purchase alcohol. Not as difficult as one may think in a hospital. When I returned to her room I started the drinking process. Only stopping when I was just tipsy. “You know, I was going to tell you how much I love you when I got back. It was going to be beautiful, I had got so many people in on it, to make it just perfect for you. And instead of drinking to celebrate, I’m drinking to make myself forget. Please wake up, we can forget this happened together. I can confess my love for you, and then you will tell me how much you love me and we can be together and it’ll be perfect, just you wait and see.” By the end I was in tears. Again. As I have been so often over the past 3 days. I pressed my head against her hand. I heard Mark and Glen walk in together.

“We have to go Dan.” Mark informed me.

“Coming.” I hastily wiped away the tears, jumping to my feet and stumbled over to them.

“Please tell me you weren’t drinking.” The looks they were giving told me they knew the answer.

“I may have had a small amount to drink.” I admitted. But the stumble was not the alcohol, that was the fact I have barely moved and I tripped over my own legs. Probably.

“Daniel! What made you do it?” Mark asked, obviously annoyed.

“Maybe it’s the comatose girl I’m madly in love with.” I snapped, pushing past them and heading to the elevator. I wasn’t that drunk, just enough to take away the edge, let’s face it. I would need it to get through the interview. They always talk to me and right now, I don’t feel all that much like talking. The boys will have my back, maybe. I just can’t believe that they don’t understand, that they honestly can’t see the reasons for doing this. They joined me in the lift.

“Dan, we miss her too. But, drinking isn’t going to help with this.”

“I know. But, I needed something. To get me through all this.”

“All what?” Glen had the soft, fatherly voice on.

“The interview. Her coma. Life.” I confessed, staring at my feet, my eyes were teary. AGAIN! Fuck emotions. Glen pulled me into a hug.

“We have your back, try to stop drinking. But we do understand Dan. But it’s our jobs at risk here Dan, all three of us.” I sighed and nodded at him, he had a point. Always does. Manages to make me feel guilty pretty much every time. I should start thinking about others more and the effects my actions have on everyone and everything around me. “Let’s get to this interview and sort this out.” Sort what out? I didn’t ask him though, I nodded and followed them to the car.

“Try to cheer up, just a little Dan.”

“I don’t know if I can.” I confessed.

“Come on, we can. The two of us are managing.”

“But…”

“The only other option is to tell everyone what’s happened, and that really isn’t our decision to make.”

“Why do you always have to be right?” I complained. “I’ll try my hardest.”

“We have your back okay, if they ask something you don’t want to answer leave it to us to cover for you.” Mark claimed.

“You better.” I replied, actually managing a smile.

“Oh dear god! Daniel cracked a smile, alert the media.” Mark joked. “Have a shot before we go out, it loosens you up. Might even make the interview go smoother and be that little bit more interesting.” They are the best.

“You sure?” I asked, not wanting to make them upset. Giving them a chance to change their minds.

“Of course, just don’t be drunk Dan, that really won’t do well.”

“I know Glen, I promise, I won’t be drunk. One shot, to relax.” I promised and I meant it. The fact they were allowing me a drink meant they knew how much this hurts right now.