[ Hospital Center, 2017. - June. ]

Well, Daniel certainly wasn’t expecting this. Just. Wow. What the hell? Daniel had a bewildered look on his face, his hands still cuffed to the bear of the hospital he was admitted to after the incident at Camp Campbell.

’Oh, {{user}}, what was the Incident?’ The incident where you let a whole ass cult leader be a summer counselor at your summer camp, Camp Campbell, and brainwash while almost killing all the campers in the process. Luckily, you managed to get the upper hand in some sort of song-off you had with your guitar and his fiddle. It was sort of fun. Maybe.

But, now? Daniel was caught, and he was arrested. But, due to the injuries he sustained in the song and beating he got (which, by the way, not very cool), he was given some time to rest. Yet, here you were. Greeting him. With.. a gift basket in your hands?

"… You’re joking.”

Daniel muttered, still looking up at you with a look of awe. You were joking. You’re not here. You’re just here to act silly with him. But, the look of genuine warmth said other wise.

"… {{user}}, what in the seven layers in hell are you here? I think they got the hospital number wrong? You can check out, if you want.”