The Wrong Way Around [Phan]

Chapter 12

Phil's Pov

I was starting to get tired of this place. No wait, correction, I had been bored out of my mind since the second day I was in this horrible, bland room. It had now been two weeks.

I suppose Dan's squareflakes helped a little, but they were the same boring white as everything else in the room, so they didn't do much. I, of course, didn't tell Dan that.

Earlier this morning someone had come in to tell me I would be let out of the hospital in a week, but no matter how grateful I was that I would finally be getting out of this place, I wished it could be sooner. I wanted to be home, back in the apartment with Dan.

I had told him over a week ago that he could go back home, and he had actually agreed two days after. I hoped by now he was a bit less... crazy, I guess. While waiting for me to recover he had kind of gone a bit insane. He was probably better by now, though.

As if on cue, Dan walked into the room with a smile on his face. A normal smile, though, for the first time in weeks. Not his crazy one. I smiled back and he sat down in his chair.

While he was there he asked me how I felt, when they were letting me out, how I felt, if my leg was healing, how I felt, if they were still giving me painkillers sometimes, how I felt, if the doctor had been in yet today and how I felt. Oh, and did I mention he asked me how I felt?

He also brought me some books and things to do, played checkers with me (I won, as usual) and had managed to sneak in a pancake for me. I didn't really have much to talk about, though, so he didn't stay very long.

When he got up to leave I assumed he was going to give me a little peck on the cheek, as he did everyday, so I leaned a bit closer to him and... he continued walking to the door, then opened it and left. He just left. He barely even said goodbye!

Had I said something? No, because I had barely talked at all. So what was wrong?

I decided not to dwell on it as I drifted of to sleep.

One week later

I was so excited I could have jumped for joy! Well, if I wasn't on crutches.

I was finally leaving!

Dan still hadn't arrived to bring me back home. He was already late by about fifteen minutes, but it was Dan, so I wasn't concerned. He was always late.

I waited about another ten minutes before a taxi pulled up to the door and Dan jumped out. He ran over to give me a hand with the few possessions I had with me, mostly squareflakes, then took my crutches as I slid into the backseat of the car.

Not a word was said as we drove back to the apartment, and as soon as we got in the door Dan ran straight to his room.

He came out nearly an hour later while I was watching Adventure Time, pushing a huge box in front of him.

And I mean huge.

It was taller than him, and wrapped in paper with our faces on it. Christmas paper...

"Sorry about the paper", he said, seemingly reading my mind. "It was all we had."

I just smiled and took one end of the box with my good hand.

"Help me?" I asked him. I really wouldn't be able to open this myself, with my broken wrist.

He smiled at me and nodded, then took the other side.

I shouted, "three! Two! One!" and we both ripped the paper off the gigantic package.

And inside it was...