(Well. Damn. It's almost 3. In the morning. And I'm sick and should have gone to bed hours ago. Huh. I love making bad decisions -_-)
Calm didn't come easily to people like Danny. Neither did resting for long enough to actually sleep. And that was why Danny was beginning to, essentially, pass out. He hadn't slept a good full night in days, and it was clear, by the bags under his, surprisingly not-bloodshot, eyes.
(oof, im going to bed, 'night)
(ooft, okay. Get some sleep and feel better soon, mate!)
Tyler spent a good couple hours squinting at his computer screen and scolding himself for not bringing his glasses to work. He rested his head against the desk. His brain was too overloaded and he needed a break. Maybe a vacation…
(OKAY SO HEY IM BACK. sorry, I was sick, but I'm better now! :D)
Even though he was trying to avoid it, Danny somehow ended up passed out, unconscious against the wall his bed was pushed against. His head was lulled forward and his hair was covering his forehead as he let out small breaths. His eyes, however, were not resting so much. They were darting around under the thin lid, moving it as if he were looking around uncharted territory. A territory that he definitely didn't want to be in.
(HEY! I’m glad you’re feeling better :) )
A little while later, Theo made his way back to Danny’s room. Some food, a drinks nd his meds with him. As quietly as he could, he opened the door and shut it behind him with his foot.
(thanks)
Danny jerked in his sleep, head lightly hitting the other side of the wall.
Theo flinched just a little at the head bang, hoping the other was okay. He didn't want to wake him up, he wasn't wasn't an asshole. He placed the tray of items down and sat on the floor again.
Danny's eyes shut the slightest bit tighter, nose scrunching in effort as the dream became more upsetting.
Theo noted this, tilting his head to the side slightly for making a small note.
Moments later, Danny's icy eyes fluttered open. Open, but not quite seeing. The still-sleeping man began to make a series of facial expressions at the clear air in front of him. Eventually, though, he began to talk to it. "No… No, stop. I don't wanna… Carl, I can't do that." He leans in, as if whispering a secret to in someone's ear, comically putting a hand next to his mouth as he quietly spoke, "I can't do things like you can, if I jump I'll get hurt and they'll be sad…" He nodded like a small child that had just finished telling an adult something important. And, as soon as it had started, Danny's eyes fluttered back closed and he leaned back against the wall, his sleep returning to normal; now dreamless.
Carl… Theo scribbled the name down. He sighed, knowing he had to wake Danny up so he could take his meds and now ask about who this Carl guy is. He moved to the bed, sitting down on the edge and noting the height difference between them, or he was reminded how short he was, "Danny? You need to wake up now…" He said quietly, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Danny felt his heart almost leap out of his chest as he was pulled from the land of sleep. His eyes were wide at the man that was now sitting on the edge of his mattress, legs pulling back up in that nervous, shy way he had done during the earlier interaction. He looked over and noticed the medicine tray, sighing and bowing his head at the sight. It was dose-time.
Theo quickly moved away, not wanting to invade Danny's personal space more then he probably had, "I'm sorry, but you have to take your medicine now…" He said softly.
Danny sighed, looking to the side at the wall that was nearest to his head and on the opposite side as his nurse. Wordlessly, Danny limply moved his hand out on the bed, waiting to be handed the first small cup of multicolored pills.
Theo sighed, shaking his head at a few of his own thoughts before he handed Danny the first cup, “Danny, do you know anyone called Carl?”
(OOF sorry I've been gone for a HOT second)
Danny eyed the man up and down, not responding as he poured the small cup into his mouth, swallowing them dry. He met the other man's gaze, gently, hesitantly, handing the small paper cup back to him. He finally leaned forward, whispering as if he were telling a secret, "Does he talk to you, too?" His eyes were curious, shining with interest as he leaned back. He maintained loose eye contact, unlike usual, as he continued whispering, "The doctors say that he's my special friend; that no one but me can see or hear him. I don't think that he's a friend."
(Shiiiit, hey man, how’s life been?)
Theo cocked his head got he side slightly, worry and curiosity lining his features, “Why don’t you think he’s a friend?”
Danny just shook his head, taking in a piff of air. "U-um… He's not very ni-ce…"
(Damn dude its been a while
I lost my account info once summer started :/)
(Ouch mate, nice to hear from you again though :)
"Oh. Does he hurt you?" Theo looked down at the paper in front of him.
(Same)
The man left the question unanswered, releasing a small sniffle as he avoided eye contact and lightly picked at his sleeve.
The smaller male sighed through his nose, "That's okay, you don't have to tell me. Thank-you, for everything you have said."
Danny gently nodded in acknowledgment, a curl of hair falling into his face.
Theo wanted to ask more questions, but also didn't want to make Danny more upset. His bottom lip was stuck between his teeth as he looked at the pictures again.
The silence was tense as the man peeked under his hair, watching the other man look through the pictures with a perplexed look upon him.
Eventually, the doctor gathered up all the papers and put them away, "Well, thank you, Danny. Um, I should be getting back."
Not knowing what to say, the quiet man simply looked back down at his sleeves, still picking at the threads.
Theo gave him once last look before heading out. Honestly he needed a drink or something.
With the sound of the door closing, Theo leaving hearing range, Danny let out a shaky sigh.
(I dunno what should happen next…)
(Me either….)