Author's Note (Monster): Hello, our lovelies. Check out our new story Puzzle The Pieces, we've uploaded it and we'd greatly appreciate it if you guys would check it out. It's Danny x Funny Man after all. Who doesn't love them? Enjoy!
Bloodspinat: I know, I go like "what shall I let them do? Oh crap, I feel like God...". I'm kidding. I'm no God. I wonder though, did Danny x Funny Man become your OTP because of us? Sorry for our fighting, but it's getting out of hand. Don't worry though. We're fighting because he's trying to help me (so we definitely won't start hating each other or something) but I just don't NEED the help. Enjoy!
He shifted, uneasy in his seat. Maybe he was just uneasy to be there. That must be it. He was quite scared too. As if this was some sort of brain scan and the doctor could tell him at all times 'I'm sorry but it's terminal'. He didn't really think you could die because of post-traumatic stress. If that was what he had at least.
"Listen, Danny, I won't pry into what happened. Just tell me anything at all. What do you like? What are your interests? Let's start off easy, is that alright? If I start about a subject you don't like, just change the subject, OK?" the lady in front of him asked. She sat in an old armchair, hands folded into her lap and glasses resting on her nose. She was hired to 'scan' Danny's brain. Find out if he'd kill himself or not. No one actually pronounced it but it was very obvious they meant it that way. He sighed. The others were so over-protective! Just because he couldn't open a can of beer. Maybe there was more going on. Yes, there was. Danny wasn't able to open a can of beer so he grabbed a flesh knife and stabbed into the can, cutting deeply into his thumb and leaving horrible cutting marks over his fingers because his aim was off.
The others thought he had done it on purpose so now he was at a therapist's office to find out if he was suicidal or not. Fucking great!
The lady bit her lip. "Let me start off. I'm doctor Brown, I like watching a lot of parodies and listen to a lot of Imagine Dragons."
Danny tried to suppress a smile. Johnny listened those songs too. "I'm Danny Murillo. I like singing. I think I used to. I mean, I get scared in front of crowds nowadays. They're always staring at my wounds. These terrible fucking scars in my arms and the deep wound in my fist. They look at the plaster on my foot. All because of Deu- … I also like helping the others write the songs."
He almost spilled everything on Deuce but he wasn't going that far just yet. Though he felt like this lady could tell him the truth about the things lying on his heart. He swallowed thickly. "I…I thought I was going to die multiple times in that car park."
That's how it started before a whole waterfall of confessions and happenings spilled out of his mouth. He told absolutely everything. Except for the dead woman. He didn't want to tell ANYONE! The lady just remained silent and nodded every once in a while. She had such a sweet look in her eyes. She couldn't be younger than 50 years.
"I was only kidnapped for 13 days, doctor, but now it's day 27 and I'm still having these freak outs! I take my pills properly but I still awake screaming at night! Dreaming the worst. It's been 14 days and I still feel horrible", Danny complained.
The lady cocked her head. "It doesn't matter how long it happened, Danny. Sometimes we watch a car crash of merely a minute, yet we're scarred for the rest of our lives after watching a human die in there."
"But nobody died!"
"Still, you experienced something horrible and your mind is trying to cope with it. You'll never forget, you'll only learn to live with it."
Danny bit his lip. "I'm worse now than I was while it happened. I'm just such a drag to my friends now. They have to take care of me like I'm a lost puppy and I feel so bad about it."
"That's normal. It'll get better", she hushed.
It'll get better. He bitterly thought about screaming at her but kept it inside. The more anger he showed, the more she'd let him come back. So now he just remained calm, answered like nothing was going on. Honestly told her how scared he was of his freak outs and told her it was a mistake to stab the can open with a knife. She was really sweet and assured him there was absolutely nothing wrong with him. He felt good about it and thanked her. He had to come back in a month for a checkup, but nothing major.
He walked out of the office, immediately attacked by the five guys, wondering what was wrong in his head. He told them there was absolutely nothing wrong. He wasn't suicidal but getting murderous because they put him there. He shoved the thought away and entwined his fingers with Funny Man's. "I don't want to go back to the bus. Can we go somewhere?"
"Where do you suggest?" Funny Man asked.
Danny shrugged. "Anywhere with you."
J-Dog coughed. "Don't get too corny, you might choke on it."
"Fuck off", Funny Man flipped the finger and held Danny close to him. "Or I'll make out in front of you."
"Oh no you don't", the lead singer glared. He'd hold his hand, hug him but no way in hell was he making out with him in public. Fuck that. They waved goodbye to the others and set off into the noon sun. "Are you hungry?" Funny Man asked.
Danny nodded. "Wanna go eat pizza?"
"I thought you'd never ask", the Mexican grinned and they walked off to find some pizzeria, passing the square with the statue. It brought back memories. Memories of day 13 when Funny man had climbed onto it. He missed that.
"Uhm, Danny? I know you don't want to talk about this, but… Do you take your pills?"
Danny sighed and looked at his boyfriend with a scowl. He found fear in the other's eyes. As if he was afraid to lose him to that freaky monster inside. Not that it was a split personality, not at all. It was just some sort of scared side of him. Like when people are in shock. They mostly don't remember what happened for a while. Just like Danny. He didn't remember grabbing the knife and pointing it at J-Dog. He didn't remember writing 'Deuce' in blood all over the walls. His eyes softened. "Yes, I'm taking them. Those nightmare pills always numb me but they never help. Those stress pills seem to help but the freak out ones not."
"I noticed", the Mexican mused.
Of course he did! The first time he awoke screaming, everyone would come comfort him and make sure he was alright. Now every night, Funny Man calmed him when he freaked out and told him it was a dream. Mostly he first got kicked off but then he was able to wake Danny and hold him for the rest of the night. When he was being held, the nightmares stopped. That moment led to him spending a lot of time at night with his boyfriend. He loved it but it was too bad it had to happen because of such an unfortunate event. He still didn't want to talk about the nightmares. Not yet.
There was a pizzeria a few blocks away and they took a seat there. "Do you guys really think I'm suicidal?" Danny asked, his voice merely a whisper.
Funny Man shrugged. "We're trying to prevent that. The police is also bugging us on dropping the charges so you need to answer that soon."
"I know", the lead singer sighed.
The waiter, a fat guy dressed in white with a huge mustache and a horrible Italian accent, took their orders. He kept sneaking Italian words into his dialogues and both had difficulties keeping a serious face. When the man left, Funny Man turned to Danny. "Mama mia, he must've eaten lotsa pizza!" he smirked, moving his hands along to the sway of his words.
Danny laughed, trying to stifle his voice as others were watching their way. "Stop it!"
"Fine. Just because you asked me to", Funny Man cooed.
Their pizza arrived and they happily ate it. "I hate unions", Danny sighed.
Funny Man pinched his cheek. "Lil Danny hates unions?"
"Fuck off", Danny whined, throwing his mushroom into his boyfriend's face, hitting his forehead. "Oh god, I didn't mean to do that!"
"What? Throw it at me? Hit me in the face with it? Having it drenched in tomato sauce?" Funny Man asked.
Danny took a napkin. "Here."
"No, it's OK. I'll wipe it off on you", he grinned, heading closer to wipe it off on his sleeve. The lead singer squealed in surprise, trying to get away and now everyone was staring so he just lowered his head to his pizza, Funny Man doing the same. When the gazes were turned to their own table, they chuckled and the Mexican wiped the ketchup off his head. "I'll get back at you for that, Dannyboy."
"Try me", Danny said, biting in a slice of pizza.
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