Your Point of View

As you stand by Dan, trying to get him to understand that he had to let you go, the overwhelming feeling of light-headedness causes you to take a couple steps backwards while placing your hands over your face.

Dan had been talking to you, rambling on about why he needed you, until he noticed you going weak at the knees, "…Y/n? What's wrong?"

You pull your hands down for a second as you look up at him in pain, "…T…take me home, please."

He instinctively holds his hand around your waist and chest as he supports your weight, without him by now you would have collapsed to the concrete pavement below you.

"Do you mean your flat or mine?" He asks.

"Mine, please." You say with a fragile tone, "But when we get there, before anything happens, make my family and Anastasia leave."

"Okay, but why?" He begs you.

Currently you felt completely dependent upon Dan so you had no other choice but to answer, "They…cannot, and I mean cannot, see me like this. It would just give them more fuel."

By now Dan had walked both of you two the underground, some people had given you concerned looks due to how it seemed Dan was dragging what looked like a moaning corpse around with him but you couldn't care less. On a day to day basis you rarely cared what people felt about you because everyone, even people you felt you cared for, was essentially irrelevant now as you faced death.

Once aboard a train, it became apparent there was nowhere to sit as it was packed full of business men and tourists. No one offered there seats to you despite how grey you looked as you spotted yourself in various reflections, it even startled you how unbearable it was to look at yourself. Dan let you lean all your body weight against him while he rubbed circles on your back as the journey home began.

"Dan…" when you speak he looks at you, "…I'm going to be sick."

Panic crosses his face, "Ermm…what can I do? Is there anything I can get you? Could you hold it down?" He begins to ramble questions but you just ignore him and concentrate on breathing.

Heavily, your head spins and your vision is warped as you cling to Dan's shirt as your only pillar to keep you standing. His t-shirt is being pulled down slightly, exposing what appears to be love bites that you had given him last night, as your weight slowly sinks to the ground. Before anyone notices you, Dan puts his hands under your shoulders and he lifts you into the air, you wrap your legs around him as much as you can as you drift in and out of consciousness. Your head lays rest on his shoulder as you pass out.

Dan's point of view

As you carried Y/n down the corridor of her apartment building towards her flat you realised you didn't have a key, she didn't have a bag so it was unlikely she had on either. This begged the question, how did she ever intend on getting back inside if she refused to go back when her family were there?

Once you had reached the door of her flat you knocked, hearing the sound of people inside.

The door was answered by a middle-aged woman who looked exactly like Y/n, just a few decades older, she looked at you in shock as she saw Y/n being carried by you like she was dead. Walking into her flat you headed straight for her bedroom where you carefully laid her down and turned back to the living room where her father, mother and a girl were panicking about her. You were shocked at how long you had carried her for, but you did what you had to do.

"You! What did you do to my daughter?" Her mother wails.

"ME? I JUST CARRIED HER FOR AN HOUR." You shout back at her in a temper, which shockingly caused all three people to stare in fear at one another.

The girl clears her throat, "Who are you?"

"I'm Dan." You reply blankly, remembering you had to get them out Y/n's flat.

"Never heard of you." She replies.

You raise an eyebrow at her because you didn't even care if she had ever heard of you, she said it to you as if you were supposed to be affected somehow.

"Look, I don't care who you are or how you are related to Y/n, but get out." You demand sharply to all of them.

"Well, excuse me but I am Y/n's father and I don't believe you have any right to…" The middle-aged man attempts to speak but you cut him off.

"Do I have to repeat myself?" GET THE FUCK OUT!" You roar at them as you direct them to the door.

They exchange glances and head sheepishly outside, you slam the door after them but then remember you probably should have been quieter because Y/n was sleeping.

It took you a few seconds to cool down, then you walked quietly toward the room in which Y/n was spread across a rather uncomfortable looking bed.

"Are you okay?" You say softly.

You get no reply.

Slowly you edge towards the bed and crouch near her face, she is still breathing so you take a moment to adore her face. Deep down you knew you liked her more than she liked you, because she liked Phil. This had been quite obvious to you for a while now but it hurt you when you attempted to face this. You place a soft kiss on her forehead, accepting that this might be the last time you'll ever get to kiss her. She flinches a bit, indicating that she is still somewhat conscious.

"Can I get you anything?" You whisper into her ear.

Her eyes shot open, "Dan!" she coughs out.

"What's wrong?"

"Listen carefully, go into my bathroom. There's a medicine cabinet above the sink, in there you will find a lot of bottles and packets. Look for oxycodone, remember oxycodone." As she speaks she curls in pain.

You run to her bathroom, which looks dark and poorly maintained, then you swing open the doors of the mirrored medicine cabinet. Shaking, your hands rummage through an unbelievable amount of medicine, which made you feel slightly sick as your stomach sunk in fear of how serious this could be. In moments you find a packet labelled oxycodone, which you grab along with a conveniently place glass that you filled with water. You headed back to her room as your heart raced, you didn't have a clue what this medication was and you were scared what would happen after she took it. Trying to trust that this would help her was difficult as you half believed that the reason she asked you to remove her family was because she intended to kill herself, but you tried to blank that thought out as you handed her the glass as you removed a pill from the packet.

She swallowed the pill and laid back on her bed, releasing a sigh of debility.

Cautiously, you stand to return the packet of pills but Y/n stops you.

"Wait, I might need more." Her words make you feel disturbed.