Summary: Finally escaping from the hospital, Danny tries to improve his situation. Chapter Text A month has already passed. How is it that when you are in a hospital, just barely alive that time passes so quickly? Maybe it's due to the stuff the doctors have been pumping into my veins. I can barely feel the rest of my body. The doctor's words still ring in my ears. I'm allowed to go home. Naser is on his way to pick me up since Reed was of course too baked like usual to drive. Typical Reed, he'll never change. As I wheel out of my room, the usual chaos of doctors, nurses, and bustling activity fills the hall. Hoping the going will be easy, I wheel my way to the elevator. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Opening the front doors to the hospital, I inhale deeply, savoring the invigorating scent of the ocean breeze. Being outside is a relief to my permanently anchored body. I guess time to wait for Naser. My hands slip into my jacket where I find my phone. A bunch of texts greet me. Mainly from Anon and Naser. Jesus, how much have I missed? I only napped for 4 hours earlier. Maybe doing some of that shitposting stuff that Anon liked to do back then could help pass the time. Finding the perfect forum, my fingers start hammering away at the keyboard, the angry replies kept rolling in. Before I could get any more reactions, Naser finally arrives. He's still driving the Nascar. The durability of that car is impressive, considering its age and the wear and tear. He's had that car for God knows how long. Wheeling up to it, I get in the passenger seat while Naser throws my wheelchair in the trunk. Checking my phone again, my shitpost has gained more replies. Holy shit, people are angry. Why didn't Anon tell me about this earlier? The thrill out of this is enough to make me forget about the world around me. My furious shitposting session is startled by the sudden slam of a car door, I felt as though my soul had momentarily escaped my body. It's just Naser. Our ride is very quiet. My leftover courage had rotted away long ago in those bland hospital walls. Whatever hatred I had for everyone had also rotted away in those hospital walls. I can still feel the fluids being pumped into me, the doctors talking, the dull colors of the hospital still linger in my memory, a place I'd call hell. My thoughts and regrets are interrupted by a familiar apartment honing into view. Still even have the dried blood from when I tried to commit suicide a month ago. Talk about ghetto. I wish someday I could get out of this shithole, but I can't afford it right now, not after the hospital bill I got. Damn you, American health system. As Naser helps me out of the car and into the apartment building, the weight of the air feeling like a building had crumbled on top of me. My body was quivering in the pale lights of the apartment's lobby. A familiar place that now feels so foreign to me, the broken tile floor, the dirty walls, all feel so alien. DING My racing mind is brought back to Earth by the ding of the elevator, signaling we are at my floor. Trying my key in the door it doesn't work. NO...NO NO NO... DON'T BE TRUE... PLEASE DON'T TELL ME IT'S TRUE! DON'T TELL ME ITS FUCKING HAPPENING! I can't control my body anymore. I just bang my head against the wall hard, and met with the familiar emptiness. [NOTES] Chapter 6 is finally here! Sorry, my life has been busy recently, and I'm working on a mod on top of it. But I will try to release more chapters of this later this month and into December. It's short but I want to work on my mod, I want to get it out by early 2024