[COMPLETED]
(This was written before Dan came out! I am in no way meaning to invalidate his sexuality, I love him to death!)
Based on Dan's video, "Would you date THE REAL Dan?" but it takes a twist.
Said video has since been deleted due to an user...
'Dan hates you.' the words echo in my skull, sending shots of pain throughout my entire body.
"On a scale of one to ten, rate your pain." a doctor asks me while recording my vitals down behind his clipboard.
'Eleven.' I wanted to say. But instead, I just mutter, "None, just a bit hungry is all."
He chuckles. I don't.
"Can you stand up and walk for me?" he asks.
"Yes." I push myself off my bed, walking without worry in a straight line, toward him and then back to my bed.
"Any dizziness?" he asks.
"No." I say.
"Good. You're doing well, Amaya." he says and I cringe at my full name.
"Please call me Maya." I say.
"Okay, Maya." he nods as if he's testing it out for use. "I think you're perfectly well enough to be discharged." he smiles warmly at me.
"Thanks. Bye." I say and the doctor laughs.
"Eager?" he asks and I nod. "I'm going to prescribe you something for any pain you may experience." he writes out a prescription.
"Okay." I say dismissively.
"I think your friend brought you some clothes if you want to change out of your gown and come out to the front desk." the doctor points to a chair, where a pile of clothes was neatly folded in its seat.
"Great." I say, barely managing a smile.
"Goodbye, Maya. I wish you well." the doctor stands up, tucking a pen into the pocket on his white coat.
"Thanks." I say and turn away, waiting for the door to shut before I slip off my hospital gown, putting on the outfit that Andrea had brought me.
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Taking a closer look at the reflection in the mirror, I frown at my shirt. Before I know what's going on, I practically feel arms around me, a heart that's not mine pressed to my chest.
"Your wardrobe is surprisingly boyish."
I take a step back and lean my back against the wall, my head hitting the wall behind me. I snap out of the memory.
"Dan..." I cry out quietly, sliding my back down the wall. "Dan, I'll find you." I promise myself more than him.
After a short-lived sobbing session, I regain to my feet and wipe my tears from my red, puffy face. Avoiding the mirror, I turn away and walk out of the hospital room.
Eventually, I find the front desk.
"Name, sweetheart?" the lady behind the desk asks.
