Dan's point of view
While Y/n adjusted to the sensation that her medication gave her you sat on the edge of her bed, listening to the sound of her slowing breathing. Half of you felt peaceful as her rhythmic breathing kept in time with your own but in contrast you also still felt shaken about what had happened. Questions about her rivalled through you mind, fighting as to which you would ask first when given the chance.
"I'm just going to have a shower." Y/n said softly as she placed a hand on my shoulder.
She then stood off of the bed and walked with aches and pains out of the room, out of sight. Sat alone on her bed you twiddled you fingers and texted Phil letting him know that you had found y/n and that she was safe. Then you tweeted out saying that she was okay and thanked them for their help and informed them that their countless questions would be answered in time. Throughout the duration of Y/n's shower a new hashtag was created, #WhoIsY/n, which worried you greatly because if she saw she wouldn't be happy. Obviously you ignored the tweets that came in and completely avoided the hashtag but eventually you just turned off your phone. Bored out of your mind, you stood up and began casually looking around Y/n's room, just to get to know her a bit better. She didn't have any pictures of her or her friends, apart from a Polaroid of herself and a guy who looked a bit like Phil but only younger which was placed on her bedside table. Her clothes weren't in a dresser or wardrobe but instead were placed and folded in boxes, as if she never even unpacked from when she first moved in, this haunted you slightly. Once you had realised this you began to notice how bare her walls were and how undecorated as a whole her entire apartment was, she really didn't expect to live this long.
Your point of view
After a long shower you dried yourself with a towel and looked at the tiny scars upon your body, at this point they were barely noticeable which you were grateful for as no one who had ever seen your abdomen had ever asked what they were. You'd forgotten to bring in clothes to the bathroom because normally you wouldn't have to so you wrapped a towel around yourself and peeked you head out of the steamed bathroom.
"Hey Dan, just warning you I'm only in a towel." You call out to him.
You walk into your room and see Dan sat on your bed, he looks at you and his mouths opens slightly while his eyes trail over your body. He turns red from embarrassment and looks down at the floor.
"I don't know what you're turning away for, you've seen everything." You mock his comment from earlier today and his laughs in response.
"Touché." He says with a smile.
While you pick up some clothes you can feel Dan's stare burn into your back, you're not sure why he's looking at you so much but you just assume he isn't used to seeing a half dying body.
While you are picking out your t-shirt he speaks up, "We err, we sure went at it didn't we?" His voice is suspiciously amused.
"Why do you say that?"
"Have you seen your back?"
You shake your head, stand up and then look at your back in your bedroom mirror. You gasp as you see your back is filled with scratches and love-bites, it is remarkable how you had not noticed them yet because they were almost disfiguring.
"JESUS CHRIST." You blurt out in a loud breathy voice.
Dan just sits on your bed completely amused to the point that he is crying laughing.
You continue with a curious tone, "Do you remember doing this to me?"
"I don't remember much to be fair, but yes I think I remember that. Don't you?"
"No, I still cannot handle drinking."
You continue to explore your back, letting your towel hang a little looser to expose more of your flesh which catches Dan's adoring eyes.
"They are pretty bad, aren't they?" He says in a slightly self-conscious expression.
You turn to face him and smile slightly, then you walk over and sit on his lap causing his eyes to widen. You wrap your arms around him while holding yourself tightly against him in a hug to keep your towel around your body. Both of you take this spontaneous moment to silently apologise for everything and just appreciate a piece of each other's time. Eventually you end up falling asleep next to Dan as you both lay, still wrapped together, upon the covers of your bed.
Dan's point of view
You awoke slowly, seeing that it was dark outside made you realise you had slept for hours because when you had arrived it was only around 2 in the afternoon. When you looked at Y/n you saw she was clinging to you with her thin, bony hands. She was still in only a towel but she was also partially covered by her blanket. Resting your head back, you stared at the ceiling and sighed while thinking over more ways to bring up her cancer in conversation. It seemed like an unspeakable topic despite how important it was due to how much tension she had surrounded it with. Sometimes it irked you how she acted and you wished that she could be less complicated than she was as it only made dealing with the situation harder. She must have been woken by your sigh because when you look back at her she is sat watching you with hazy eyes.
"When can we talk about…your health?" You question her carefully.
"I don't know, I mean soon I guess. I am trying Dan I swear. I don't mean to react the way I do I'm just a crank." She slurs slightly due to being half asleep, and surprisingly she reacted to you quiet well causing you to decide you like her when she is dozy.