Dan should be here already... I called him twenty minutes ago and I'm getting really anxious.

"(Y/n)!" I see Dan waving his arms at me. I shake my head and pull my giant backpack along the floor

"Dan!" I gasp as he hugs me tightly, making the feeling of puking even stronger.

"Are you ok? Do I need to hurt anyone?" Dan examines my face for anything concerning, "Do I need to fix anything?"

"Unless you can fix my phycological scars..." I mutter and rest my head on his shoulder trying not to cry for the third time today.

"Let's get you home and I'll get you anything you want to eat." Dans voice gets soft and he rubs my back.

"Even (favorite fast food)?" I laugh

"Especially (favorite fast food)!" Dan goes to pick up my backpack but it's like fifty pounds of everything I've survived with.

"I can carry it Dan." I grab it from his arm.

"I got it. You can just give me your pretty smile and follow me."