Phil's POV
There was Dan hanging from his ceiling fan. His face pale with a tear stained face. Cut on his arms, blood dripping to the carpet.
"Nonononono. Please no." I ran over to Dan. I was desperately trying to unhang Dan. I undid the loop around his neck and he fell to the floor into my arms. "Dan, please wake up." I checked for a pulse. Nothing. I was too late. I wasn't able to save him. There in his arms was his Dan. His little Daniel. The little shy boy that he once knew was now dead in his arms. I started to shake, hugging Dan. "Dan, no. I'm so sorry. I'm so so so sorry I wasn't here to save you sooner. It's my fault. I love you so much." He rocked sobbing. I took Dan's hand and intertwined their fingers, knowing that this would be the last time he ever held his bear.
