Beya was curled up in the chair next to Daniel, where she’d been for most of the last 4 days. She was tired, so tired, but not in a way that made her want to go home and rest-like most people who were sleeping 3 hours a day in a hospital recliner- though it was slightly more comfortable than the others- it wasn’t fatigue. Her mind had been racing for the most part, whilst she lay there.Swinging in between whispering the secret into his ear. Her mind always reminded her that he couldn’t hear her though, and she nixed that Idea in the bud and turned to look at her boyfriend. He looked slightly better now than he had the first day she’d seen him. He looked almost peaceful.
She smiled up at Mariah as she left. “I will…on all counts.” She waved at her as she left. The room was empty now, only them and the five hundred machines. Her mind lost out then and she attempted speaking to the still sleeping man. “Baby…I’m pregnant.” She half whispered in his ear. She shook her head slightly- the fumes from the medication were obviously eroding her sanity. She dozed off again soon after to the steady beeping. It must have been the speeding up of the beeping that woke her, when her eyes opened again, and she looked up at Daniel. “..Homeboy?” She watched him for his moment, and his eyelids fluttered. Her breathing began to speed up for some reason- anticipation perhaps-and then, almost like they hadn’t been shut for four days, his eyes opened. “You’re awake.” A large smile spread across her face, as she shook her head in disbelief. “You’re awake.”
Daniel had been drifting towards awareness for God knows how long before things finally started to become clear. He was aware of the slight pain in his side whenever he took a breath in, and he could feel the steady stream of oxygen being pumped into his lungs by a machine. Voices were muffled behind loud and incessant beeping; if he concentrated hard enough, he could even distinguish a word or two. All he wanted to do was sit up in bed, see the people he cared about, and get the hell out of the hospital. He’d crawl out on his stomach if it turned out his legs had been broken. God, he hoped his injuries weren’t that serious. The events of that night came in bits and pieces- the only thing he remembered was a gun in his face and jagged rocks from the street cutting into his skin as he was bludgeoned into the ground. Daniel didn’t even know how long it’d been since the attack. There were so many questions he wanted answers to, and breaking out of his induced sleep proved to be harder than he thought.
After drifting into a more natural sleep, he felt a presence by his side and a whisper that vaguely sounded like “pregnant.” He couldn’t tell if he was dreaming or not, but that word was enough to shake him out of his sleep and ultimately out of his coma. His eyelids felt like they weighed a ton when he finally felt like he was able to open them. It took a minute for his blue eyes to adjust to the lights in the hospital room, and when he could finally blink past the fog, he turned his head towards the source of the voice and smiled weakly. “I’m awake,” he replied with a raspy voice and lifted his arm from the bed. The needles poking into his veins made his stomach churn. “I feel like shit, but I’m so happy to see your face. Where am I? How long have I been out? Did they say when I’d be ready to go home?” Daniel fidgeted in his bed, attempting to maneuver into a sitting position, but settled back down with a groan when a sharp pain radiated from his side. “I guess I should slow down first,” he mumbled with a small smile and reached his hand towards Beya’s.
“He should be awake some time during the night- but we can’t promise anything. We’ve already reduced the amount of medication and the doctor gave us the go ahead to remove the trach; that should encourage the body to wake up and start working on its own.” Daniel’s sister nodded politely to the nurse and offered her a soft ‘thank you’ as she left the room and closed the door behind her. It had been exactly four days since Daniel had been rushed into the hospital and sedated, and frankly, Mariah knew she wasn’t the only one who was ready to see and talk to Daniel. Mama and papa Harris had been in the room the day before, but only for a short until the sight of their bruised and unconscious son became too much to bare. Mariah couldn’t blame them. It was scary to see her brother (and best friend) hooked to so many machines that basically breathed for him and kept him alive. If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought he’d died during the hospital transfer. He looked so…peaceful. She knew that would change as soon as he came to his senses, however. Daniel and hospitals were a bad combination, that fact was clearly proven when he attempted to rip the IV’s from his arms in a doped up stupor. Mariah leaned over the hospital bed and pushed a strand of blonde hair from his eyes.
The sun had long since set when Beya came back into the hospital room. Mariah had sent the tired looking girl home for a decent shower and a meal that didn’t come from a heated tray. As much as Mariah wanted to stick around see Daniel conscious, she had to get home and tuck Faith into bed for school the next morning. She stood from the padded reclining chair (thank God for Kat) and gave Beya’s shoulder a tight squeeze. “Text me if he wakes up, okay? Kat said she’d be around tonight in case you need anything. And…try to get some sleep tonight. “ She smiled slightly before leaving Daniel and Beya in the room.
Playing with one of the cushions on her sofa, Lindsay took a few moments to look up when she realised Daniel had spoken to her. “I’ve been acting in plays since I was at school, but I always preferred roles which were in front of a camera; the difference in scenery and the chance to elaborate on the character just seemed better on the big screen,” she said in response. When Daniel commented about the one-liners, she reached out to kick him, not succeeding in placing a well aimed blow due to the way that she was sat. “They’re not that bad! As for nude scenes…try page forty three, see if that whets your taste,” she replied, stretching backwards to arch her back. “If not…try eighty three, but since that involves blindfolds, I wouldn’t want you to be…uncomfortable.”
Daniel laughed playfully as her attempt to kick him fell short. “I understand what you mean- I think. I can see why someone would prefer acting on screen over doing it on a stage. I assume the recognition you’d get would be greater after doing a movie or two. Not a lot of people are hip to theatre.” Flipping to page eighty three, Daniel raised his eyebrow slightly and scoffed at her comment. “Uncomfortable? No need to worry about me,” he said with a coy smirk as he read the page silently and closed the script. Moving closer to her, he placed a hand at the top of her thigh and leaned in close, his lips barely brushing against hers. “How about we start here?” He whispered in a low, husky voice before pressing his lips onto lindsay’s.
Lindsay felt a blush coming to her cheeks as Daniel complimented her. “And you certainly look just as fine, if not more so, as your internet pictures,” she said, returning the compliment. She wasn’t lying; she really did feel that he was a handsome man, and that he wanted to spend time with her was a shock.
Leading Daniel across the room towards her sofa, she lifted the script from the cushion there and handed it to him. “Anything marked ‘Emily’ is mine,” she told him. “Feel free to read it through…”
Daniel followed Lindsay to her couch then settled down next to her with the script in his hand. He flipped through the pages a bit, skimming random lines before turning towards her. “So how long have you been acting? Most of the actors I’ve come across here are more into the theatre scene than screen acting. Lucky you, you were able to snatch up a decent role,” he said with a chuckle and continued to flip past pages. “So far I’ve seen nothing but corny one-liners. How about you show me those nude scenes you were telling me about? I wouldn’t mind helping you rehearse those.” His statement may have been blunt, but when he wanted something he didn’t tend to beat around the bush.
Lindsay was sitting on her sofa, reading through the newest version of her script, when she heard the knock on the door. She presumed it to be Daniel, the man she had started speaking to on the dash, as nobody else had arranged to come to her apartment, she didn’t think.
Stretching out her aching shoulders, Lindsay set her script and glass of wine on the table and stood up, making sure that her hair didn’t have the tell-tale sign of being neglected for the day (aka, she pulled it back into a ponytail so it wasn’t completely obvious) before she moved towards the door.
Pulling it open, she smiled when she saw the man standing there. “Hi, do you want to come in?”
Daniel smiled slightly as Lindsay appeared from the other side of the door. He wasn’t surprised to find that Lindsay looked infinitely better in person than her photos on the dash. That always seemed to be the case. Daniel had yet to come across someone who looked better in pictures than face-to-face. Bradford Suites was full of incredibly good looking people and Daniel would forever be grateful for his realtor finding the place. Nodding his head, Daniel moved forward into Lindsay’s apartment and turned to face her after taking a peek around. “Thank you. It’s nice to finally meet you outside of the internet. Your pictures don’t do you justice, I must say,” he stated with a less than innocent smile. “So, where’s this script you were telling me about?”
With a couple of hours to waste before the Barbara Streisand concert he was supposed to attend with his mother, Daniel found himself bored and trolling the dash as usual. It seemed like a slow day from the slow state of the dash, but luckily he was able to strike up a conversation with the actress Lindsay. Twenty minutes later he found himself standing outside of her door and mindlessly raising his fist to knock.
Kat calmed down when Daniel assured her nothing additional was wrong. The knot in her stomach didn’t leave, however. The simple touch of his hand against hers felt alien despite the fact she couldn’t count the number of times they had shared a bed. Kat hadn’t seen Daniel in weeks; she didn’t want to. Just the sight of him hurt. Kat closed her eyes and reminded herself that she was the only one to blame. It was her that developed feelings for Daniel again. After those three years in college, didn’t she know better? It was her who tried to help him get over his addiction and then expected something in return. Life didn’t work that way.
Daniel hadn’t broken her heart, in the end, she had broken her own. It didn’t make it any less painful, though. Kat felt like her torso had been cut open with a dull scapel from clavicle to pelvis and then a hand plunged in, yanked her heart out, and then squashed it before pushing it back into place. She was then dumped out on the street, torn and bloody, forced to find a way to stitch herself up. Just when she got close, something like Lo’s accident came out of nowhere and began to pop her stitches.
Seeing Daniel like this, Kat had to will herself to stay together. He was there because he knew her better than almost anyone; Daniel knew she was a wreck and wanted to take care of her. Kat wanted to laugh hysterically, but she was able to keep it to a low chuckle. The fucking irony. ”You know I can’t eat when I’m this anxious,” Kat reminded him. She doubted that Daniel had forgotten but planned on forcing the food on her anyway.
Daniel tried to keep his sigh of relief quiet as Kat seemed to relax slightly and even let out a chuckle. He didn’t exactly know what that low emission meant- whether it was sarcastic or not- but her words shortly after put him a bit at ease. She didn’t tell him to get lost..that was good. That was very good. Daniel let his lips slowly turn upwards into a cautious smile, almost as he was trying to befriend a wounded animal. “I also know what happens when you run around without food in your system. It’s not something I would like to have repeated,” he said lowly, scratching the back of his head and holding up the packaged lunch again. “I could leave it here with you if you’d prefer. I just wanted to make sure you at least had another option for food.” If Kat had told him to leave then he’d turn around and go without much of an argument. Other than a drunk call or inbox message or two, Daniel had tried his best to give Kat the space she needed no matter how hard it was. He would willingly step out of her life again if it meant sparing her from the hurt he caused.
She took in deep breath, when he apologized. Lately she’d been feeling like less of a priority to him, and she was sure at some point- she’d eventually fall of the list all together. She blinked the thoughts away, rested her forehead against his, and watched his expression carefully. She contemplated asking him what he was really sorry for but decided against it. Her hand cupped his cheek and moved along his cheekbone. “It’s okay. Just don’t forget me again.” She said softly. Because it was, whatever it was. She smiled coyly and let the heavy moment pass out of the room and roll under the bed. Beya looked down at Daniel, a small smirk on her face as he moved his hands up her body. She let out a small whimper as his fingers ghosted over her nipples and rolled her hips over his unconsciously.She sat up so he could get rid of his shirt and moved her hands up his chest, her fingers navigating purposefully up his skin unti the reached the nape of his hair. She returned his kiss, and deepened it slightly. His hands on her skin elicited small moans from her, but the sound were stifled by his lips. She moved her body against his, rolling her hips far too slowly and grinding down on his hardening cock. The friction of his hard length against the growing damp spot in her panties was heady and she broke the kiss opting instead to bite down lightly on the skin on his neck. She licked the spot before moving up wards and grazing his earlobe with her teeth.
His hips started to rock upwards toward the source of slow friction bearing down on him. He opened his mouth, letting a low groan and exhale escape as he felt Beya’s lips against his neck. Oh, he just loved it when she took on a more aggressive role in bed- a role that was much different from what she projected outside of the bedroom. He couldn’t help but feel a bit smug for being the cause of Beya’s sexual appetite, there was obviously something he was doing right and that was all the evidence he needed. Letting his eyes close again, he focused on the static sensation coming from the nips on his earlobe and shooting down his spine and out the bottoms of his feet. He placed his hands on her hips and gripped tightly as he made his rocking less subtle and more deliberate. Through the fabric of his pants, Daniel could feel how wet Beya had become in a matter of a minute against his cock. He moved his hands down from her hips and ran them along her inner thigh before brushing against the front of her panties and pushing against her clit.