"Are you sure you're okay to do this?"

It was six weeks since the accident, and about the tenth time that day that Dan asked me that same question. I nodded, unable to bring myself to say "yes" again after stressing the answer so many times –it was starting to sound like less of a word and more like an instinctual sound, like a cat meowing. "I'm okay; I want to start filming again. It might look a little… weird at first to the viewers, but I want things to just be normal again." I knew very well that that would never happen, but I could make the most of what could be accomplished.

Dan paused and nodded reluctantly, finally setting up the camera and tripod for me. He was mumbling to himself, and I knew it was probably things I didn't want to hear, so I just tried to ignore it.

Once the camera was set, Dan helped me into a sort of small legless lawn chair that would hopefully be invisible to the audience. He strapped me to it at my waist and under my arms and helped me into some colorful shirt, the only one that would be able to fit over the back of the seat. He crossed my legs in front of me and, rather grudgingly, moved my arms where I told him to. I felt like a puppet and I didn't like it, but I'd gotten used to it. I'd had to be a lot more vulnerable with him every day since coming home, this was far from the worst of it.

Just before he left, I heard something he was saying under his breath, softly so I couldn't hear. "Go on and traumatize your viewers when they see you all limp and still."

From the look on his face, I had to figure he hadn't meant it, but something sort of snapped in me then and I couldn't bring myself to care whether he was joking or not or whatever he'd meant with it. "Please leave," I all but spat, angry and hurt but trying to not let that come through in my voice. He started, nodded mutely and walked out the door, leaving it open behind him.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down before I tried to start the video. Everything was being recorded and I'd have to look back at it later. Oh joy.

"Dan!" I'd been calling his name every once in a while for at least an hour. I didn't know which I would have preferred he'd done, left the flat or started ignoring me. I'd be angry if he was ignoring me, and probably would be hurt if he'd stepped out and left me here, because that would mean I'd really mucked up. I hadn't meant to snap at him, but what he said was hurtful –I probably should've just told him that, though, instead of sending him out of our bedroom when we had actually planned to make the video together.

"Dan!" I shouted again, my voice cracking painfully this time around. Tears were starting to prick in my eyes. I had to blink them back when I heard footsteps coming toward the bedroom.

Dan appeared in the doorway, looking tired and leaning against the frame. "You finished?"

I nodded, wanting to question where he'd been when I was calling him for so long, but I couldn't blame him for needing space. He was with me 24/7 and if he needed an hour away from me –especially after how I'd spoken to him- that was perfectly understandable. He moved toward the tripod and turned the camera off. "Want me to go edit this for you?"

I bit my lip and shook my head. "We can do it together," I suggested. Though I knew that would probably only make the situation worse, I sort of secretly prided myself on always doing my own editing. I physically couldn't do it alone now, but I didn't want to let Dan do it all, either –besides, he had enough on his plate.

Dan just nodded and took the card out of the camera, sticking it into his pocket. He pulled my shirt off and started to unstrap me; he was so warm. He got me back into another shirt and lifted me up, setting me down in the wheelchair. "You're really strong…" I noted softly. He'd really built some upper body strength from having to move me between the bed and shower and sofa and wheelchair and everywhere else.

"Thanks."

We were halfway through the video. It was late and I was tired but this needed to be done, even though I absolutely couldn't focus. I'd rewatched the beginning, where I thought Dan had said something so hurtful and realized he hadn't said anything like that at all. I bit my lip and watched him worked monotonously. He looked hurt and I couldn't bear this anymore. "Dan."

He didn't hear me over the audio. "Dan!" I repeated, voice breaking again.

He pulled the headphones off, removing mine as well. He looked at me with concern I hadn't quite been expecting in his mood. "Yeah, what's wrong?"

"I… About earlier… I didn't mean to be so horrible to you. You do way too much for me to receive anything but complete gratitude in return. I really am grateful, Dan, for everything. I… I thought you had said something awful to me, and you didn't, and I'm sorry."

His brow furrowed and he reach out to touch my shoulder. "What did you think I said to you?" I told him what I thought I heard, and he hugged me tight. "I would never say something like that, baby. I don't remember what I did say, but I really did want you to start making videos again. I was just worried that you didn't really want to do it and were just trying to because you wanted to please your subscribers. No, and I'm sorry I wasn't being more supportive."

He pulled away just a bit and rubbed my shoulder. "And I know you feel bad about being dependent on me. You're really bad at hiding things like that. I don't want you to feel guilty about that. You're going through enough right now that's not in your control, you don't need to feel bad about any of it. I want to take care of you because I love you."

He kissed my forehead, my nose, and my lips, and I kissed him back. "I love you, too."