Indigo, understandably, was getting more and more frustrated with Dan's lack of emotional maturity to hold a proper conversation. In the past two weeks, he had tried approaching Daniel, but had only been shrugged off and ignored. Dan said that they were friends, but Indy realized, he knew nothing about Dan. He had not known anything about Daniel's family, because Dan refused to tell him anything. Despite the fact that they had all gone through the same thing at Pewter, but Dan had refused to open up about that too, which was concerning because literally all of their lives had been in danger.

[i]But, I'm gonna talk to Dad later. The leader of those thieves it was Uncle Richard. You never met him cause he disappeared pretty early on but its no coincidence. Both of them being in an old, disbanded group."[/i]

He hadn't given them any details about what had happened, and he refused to clue them in. It was unfair and infuriating. Friends? What friendship was there, Indy thought. If all Dan ever did was ignore their attempts at trying to talk to him? 

I opened up about myself, I came clean to everyone about what I did, Indigo thought. But with Dan, there was no reciprocity. Amd he even had the gall to act annoyed when they tried to connect with him. Or in other words, be his friends and do what friends did.

"You guys just came here to talk to me about that. [i]Ugh.[/i]." The last word rang in Indigo's ears. It was dismissive, not to mention rude. A whole slew of things that he didn't feel like he deserved.

[i]"Look its, nothing. I talked to my dad but he didn't say much. It seemed he was just as surprised as me at this."[/i]

If he had the nerve to act that way, Indigo thought, then why show concern at all? Dan moped and sighed and dampened the mood, and then seemed to pin them as pesky when they asked him what was wrong?

And how were they supposed to even know whether he was telling them the truth or not? He kept lying about what was so obviously wrong, saying it was nothing and shrugging off their concerns. How could they truly trust a friend that kept lying to them? If Dan didn't feel like he could be honest with them about his feelings, then how did they truly know what information he was leaving out or not?

Indigo's eyes narrowed. If that was the way it was going to be, then there wasn't much anybody could do. He turned to walk away.

But in a twist of events, what was supposed to be a storming off turned into a slow motion rush towards. Dan as Indigo and Margo tried to catch Daniel as he fainted. 

Now what, Indigo thought, worry and fury clashing at odds. What more did they have to find out? What more did they have to worry about when Dan could have just explained to them what was going on? No, instead they had to be blindsided and hit with waves of questions.

But he was wordless as the rush of nurses and staff came to the aid of Daniel. As Indigo watched Daniel's limp form carried out on a stretcher, he felt a lump in his throat. Angrily he looked away as a tear slid down his cheek. What did Dan care? Why worry? Neither he, nor Margo could answer the questions the staff asked. How could they? Dan had never so much as mentioned anything.

"Surely, you must know something," the nurse said gently, kindly. "I've seen the three of you around quite a bit. Aren't you all friends?"

"I thought we were," Indy replied, eyes downcast. "I guess not. I don't know anything."

"Nothing at all about his condition?" There were some murmurs of confusion, but the hustling and bustling of the center staff were effective in their mission.

Indigo shook his head. There was mothing useful he could offer. He knew nothing about Daniel.

Dan was wheeled away to some room. Emergency services had been called and they were on their way. Somebody slipped Indigo and Margo information about the proper hospital Dan was being taken to.

"I'm so tired of this," Indigo confessed to Margo in a low voice after the scene had calmed down. "The reason I went on this journey was so... It was just so I could get away from everything. I haven't been perfect, I know, but at least I don't..." His voice trailed off. He was getting into dangerous conversation. He wasn't thinking straight. He couldn't talk shit behind Dan's back for goodness sakes. 

But in order for Indigo to forgive, he was going to need to cool off.

"Can we just blow off some steam or something?" Just to get Dan situated in the hospital would take quite a bit of time, and Indigo needed to calm down before then. 


((Sorry for no color tags and errors! Had to whip this up on my phone.))