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Dan's *POV*
The screaming continues, but it sounds muffled. Everything sounds muffled. As if someone were covering my ears. I lift up my head, shaking, a jolt of pain runs through my body, beads of sweat dripping down my face. I try to lift myself up, my arms shaking. Failing, I face plant right back on the tile. But I can't give up. Not on her. Not on my Darcy.
I try again, almost falling once more, but luckily the wall is close by. I fall onto the wall and carefully make my way towards her screams. Through the screams, it now seems like she is crying, which shatters my heart into even smaller pieces. I arrive to her door, feeling like I am about to collapse any moment now. B-But...she's passed out. I see a nurse pull a needle out of her arm. They knocked her out. The one doctor and the one nurse in the room exchange glances as they stare at me.
The doctor pulls his mask down, "Um, sir...you should not be out of your room. You still have a lot of healing to do." He then stares at the nurse and asks her to bring a wheelchair in for me. She nods and rushes out of the room.
I stare at Darcy then back at the doctor, "What happened to her?" Doctor looks at me as he pulls his mask back up.
"That's classified information, sir. Now please go back to your room and rest. The nurse will bring you pain killers." I turn around to see the nurse back with a wheel chair. A sigh escapes my slightly parted lips as I take a seat. I watch Darcy as I am wheeled back to my room, the wall then blocking her out of my sight.
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three weeks later
Darcy and I are both out of the hospital. I got my prosthetic leg. I am glad that I have received it but it feels unnatural at times. Darcy on the other hand has fallen into a deep hole of depression. She has been cutting more and is not listening to me when I scream, yell, and cry as I try to plead her to stop. The dream she had really got to her. She won't tell me what it was about, but all she said is that it felt too real to let it go. We also got devastating news about the man the I got into a car crash with. You know, the drunk man. It was Patrick Snider. He had died in the impact, leaving her alone, and to fend for herself. I have begged and begged for her to come live with me but she refuses.
Kyle, Woody, and Will visit her a lot to keep her company. Mostly Will, though. She like him the most. She says that Woody is too silent and the Kyle goofs off and talks about cats too much. Darcy said Will is her best friend. But I am really hurt. I am hurt because I have to leave her soon and I don't know how to break it to her. The blokes and I are going on tour for a year and a half. Maybe Will can tell her the news.
Currently, I am sitting home alone right now, tending to my wounded leg that will never come back, ever. Gus would vist me at times, but since I lost my leg, he hasn't really been there for me. Hazel and I have become good friends. She is a great girl. But now I know that Gus is an angel. The other day Hazel had come over after she told me over the phone about Augustus, I did not hesitate to invite her over. Gus ended up revealing himself to her, making them both weep. I think that is where Gus has been the past month. With Hazel.
Things are sort of normal around here. Sadly, Darcy doesn't come over anymore, so I have to go to her. I truly don't mind it, it's just the more I am up and walking, the more my leg hurts.
I just now realized how my relationship with her is giving way.