Never Let Go - Danisnotonfire x Reader

Diagnosis and a Tour

A knock on your door wakes you up. You open your eyes, regret doing so, then close them again.

"Come in," you say, hoping it was audible so you don't have to repeat yourself and put further strain on your sore throat.

Phil comes into the room, smiling tiredly at you. "How are you feeling?"

Exhausted. Dead. Terrible, you think to yourself.

"Not great," you reply, toning down the dramatic adjectives you'd been thinking of.

"Do you want any breakfast? We might not have the food you normally eat for breakfast, sorry," Phil apologises anxiously.

"I eat most things," you say reassuringly, laughing slightly but getting cut off by a sore cough.

"As long as you don't eat Dan's cereal, you'll be fine," Phil says with a laugh. "It's the Crunchy Nut one... anyway, we'll probably be in the lounge, call us if you need help, okay?"

"I won't," you assure. "Thank you."

Phil smiles sympathetically at you, leaving the room and shutting the door quietly.

You're left alone with your thoughts again, which mainly consist of your hatred for the invasive sunlight poking at your sore eyelids. You sigh softly and decide to get up - there's no point in staying in bed.

*le time skip*

When you were getting dressed, you discovered that your wrist was also sore to the touch and painful when you tried to move it. Nevertheless, you managed to get dressed and have breakfast.

Now, you're limping across the hallway to the lounge, holding onto the wall with your non-painful hand for support.

Just as you reach the doorway of the lounge, Dan comes out of it, accidentally shoving you lightly and making you lose your balance. In panic, you frantically grab the corner of the wall, as if it might miraculously hold you up. It doesn't.

Instead of succumbing to your fate and falling over, you feel a hand round your waist, and suddenly you're upright again.

You look up to see Dan gazing at you with concern in his eyes. He slowly takes his arm away from your waist, once he's sure you're completely stable. You feel your cheeks flush, and Dan cracks a smile.

"That's the second time I've had to help you up," he teases.

His words make your cheeks hotter. You laugh softly, all the words seeming to be caught in your throat.

"Yep," you manage to say, smiling sheepishly.

He notices you cradling your sore wrist, and looks at you questioningly.

"Sprained," you say, cursing your lack of social skills, which are now apparently removing the ability to form proper sentences. "Maybe."

"Ah... okay," he says, pausing for a moment. "Are you ready to go out? We should probably go to the health centre to check if your injuries are serious or easily relieved," he adds.

"Yeah, I'm ready," you reply.

Dan nods, poking his head into the lounge. "Hey, we're going out to the health centre to check Y/n's injuries. Do you want to come?"

"No, I'd just be a burden. Besides, remember that receptionist who hates me? Don't really want to see her again, to be honest," Phil replies, chuckling lightly at his misfortune.

"You wouldn't be a burden, but yeah, I get you. See you later?" Dan says.

"Yep, I'll be here. Bye!" Phil replies.