High Emotions ; Phan au

Eighteen {Part 1}

Dan woke up in pain. Cold sweat caked his body. He groaned and sat up. He had had a bad dream but he had already forgotten what it was about. He panted as he tried to calm down. He realised Phil wasn't here and frowned. He picked his phone up and realised it was only 5am.

Phil was sat downstairs, picking at the sandwich he made an hour ago, not knowing what to do. He sat and watched the TV, but not actually concentrating on it as he stared blankly, his head messed up

He pulled his wheelchair close and with a lot of struggle, sat in it. He groaned and wheeled to the kitchen to getwater, feeling exhausted.

Phil was thinking of how wrong this was all going, he imagined that Dan was going to be his and he was going to get rid of Alex for good. But the words and lies Alex said to Dan was way over any limit and he knew that he needed to confront him, but Phil didn't know how he would react, if he would go straight to Dan and attack him although Phil would be on Dans guard all the time. Phil felt like such a useless fuck up

Dan struggled to stand up, because he couldn't reach the glasses they kept up high. He whimpered and tried to stand up pain shot up his stomach and he fell back into his wheelchair. He groaned and clutched his tummy.

Phil knew that Dan was regretting saying anything to Phil, heck Phil thinks Dan regrets even being this close to Phil. Phil was being eaten alive with his own thoughts completely lost

Dan panted and tears ran down his cheeks. Fuck. That hurt so bad. He swallowed thickly and decided to try one last time. He tried to stand but as soon as he did, he fell. This time, he didn't fall into his wheelchair but onto the floor with a loud thud. He howled in pain as he curled up on the ground.

Phils thoughts were broken quickly at the loud thud that was in his kitchen, quickly followed by groans of pain. Phil quickly got up and saw that it was in act Dan on the floor. "Oh Dan you idiot how did this happen?" Phil asked softly as he knelt as Dans side

"Ju-Just w-wanted water." Dan sobbed as he was curled up in a ball on the floor, sobbing.

"Oh Dan-" phil sighed softly, "why didn't you call for me I would have gotten you a glass." Phil said softly. Phil gently went to pick Dan up to sit him on the counter

Dan was still crying as he held his tummy tightly. It hurt so bad. He felt so pathetic and weak. He couldn't even get himself a glass of water.

"Dan- why won't you talk to me?" Phil said with a sad tone as stood back from Dan whose legs dangled over the edge of the counter

"H-Hurts." Dan sobbed and looked up. He let his arms loose and tried to sit up straight. That's when he realised, with horror, that there was red patch on his shirt where he'd bled through.

Phil noticed and felt a rush of panic through him "we're going to the hospital - now." Phil said, his body filling with adrenaline and quickly picking up Dan as softly as he could

Dan sobbed and looked down at himself. The sight of blood made his vision go blurry. He touched his stomach and when he pulled his hand away, his hand was covered in blood.

"Hey hey listen to me Dan you're going to be fine your stitches will have just stretched too much you're going to be okay." Phil said as he gently placed Dan into the front seat of his car

"Y-You don't know that." Dan mumbled as he whimpered softly in pain, hot tears rolling down his cheeks.

"You'll be okay Dan I told you nothing bad will happen." Phil said quickly belting himself and and heading to the hospital 5 minutes away, Phil quickly parked up and ran around to Dans door and picking him gently into bridal style into reception "Hi Daniel Howell, he needed urgent help he's bleeding out from where he had surgery."