The waiting… was killing him. His eyes kept faltering to the clock on the wall as the ticking of it drove him crazy. He hated hospitals with a passion. It was filled with death and dispair - two things Daniel hated thinking about. But he waited, drank the disgusting hospital coffee… stayed alert. Kept his laptop on any news of Yara’s results and just… waited. There was one thing Dan couldn’t hack: Time. And it seemed to never be on his side; not when he was a child and his sister… and now…
So instead, Dan focused on the only thing he could focus on. Ruining Sarah Wagner’s life. Which he did with flair. Daniel Parker found every dirty thing that her parents had done in the past 10 years - which ironically included money laundering - and revealed it to the world. Meaning, as of 2:34 AM - all of that child’s assets were frozen and she was rendered penniless. Apparently, her father had attempted to escape the country but with a little help from Daniel - poor cream was caught in the New York air terminal. Though that wasn’t the end of Daniel’s meddling. A beautiful sex tape starring the one and only Sarah was somehow… accidentally leaked to the world around two minutes later. Ironically not with the guy she was dating. BUT that was also soon followed by the girl’s recent STI results which shocker came positive for STDs. Dan also hurt the male lead’s reputation by revealing his trist with the male director and fully ruined the Broadway production of Chicago. The next article that came out about Chicago at around 4:21 AM in the New York Times revealed how Yara Keller was the saving grace of the show and once she left the production, it went to utter hell.
Though that only kept Daniel occupied for so long - soon enough Dan had bribed the nurses and doctors to let him visit Yara since he wasn’t immediate family and not… technically allowed. But he… needed to be near her. To see her. And the tests were still running so Dan couldn’t distract himself with that. She had been moved to the largest private suite there was and as he entered, a frown met his face at how pale she was. Dan pulled a chair up next to her, gently picking up her hand and placing a soft kiss on it. “You’re going to be okay… you have to be. You’re not allowed not to be,” Dan whispered, laying his head on the bed as he held her hand - falling asleep soon after.
Daniel found his eyes opening as the light from the window hit his face. An unfamiliar… though nostalgic ceiling met his eyes as Daniel tried to figure out where he was. Though it was imminently clear that he wasn’t still in the hospital with Yara. There was a girl next to him, her black hair the only thing he could see as she was turned away from him. Though as he stood up, Dan realized where he was. He saw his window open, the view of the Eiffel tower through the balcony. It was a year earlier when Dan had swept Yara off her feet to a trip to Paris for her birthday.
“Morning Daniel,”
He heard her chipper voice as she pulled him back down on top of her, placing her lips on his emitting a slight groan from both of them. “Wait Yara. We can’t… this isn’t real,” Dan sighed. The way his mind worked - he was always lucid during his dreams. Mostly. He remembered every single one - though this one he just… didn’t want to end.
“You’re such an idiot Dan,” he heard a soft laugh at his words, though within a second she had pushed him down so her body was straddling Dan. "F!ck" Dan whispered - emitting a mischievous smile from her lips as she started kissing his neck.
Dan should have stopped this. It was a dream. Well… mostly. It had happened… just before. But he couldn’t. His mind was reeling as he felt her lips trail kisses down his neck and he couldn’t help it when he flipped them over and started doing the same thing - forgetting… momentarily… about the hospital
“Daniel… Daniel” he heard her slight moans as he moved his hands lower.
“Daniel…”
His eyes opened to the word she said - waking him up from his dream. Daniel’s eyes fell to Yara’s and a soft expression of relief met them. “You’re awake,” he whispered - holding her hand tighter as he said the words. “Thank god,” he mumbled, putting his hands around her and pulling the girl in for a hug. “God, I need to call the nurse I should…” though before he started ranting, he stopped himself - realizing what he was doing. He was acting like her boyfriend… something he wasn’t.
So after a second, he pulled himself away from the hug and took a step back. “How… are you feeling?”
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