chapter nine

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Phil didn't sleep that night. He laid awake in Dan's embrace thinking.

Everytime he closed his eyes, all he could see was blood.

He felt ridiculous, it didn't even happen to him. He wasn't the one who got mugged and stabbed.

Phil cried.

He cried for the woman. The woman he didn't even know. The woman that bled in his hands. The woman who did nothing to deserve this.

He cried for the man. The man who instigated this disaster in the first place.

He cried for himself. Because he didn't help. Because he could've done something. He cried because now he's the one who needs the help.

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