Phan One Shot

A cold gust of air hit Dan as he walked away. Phil called desperately as the older man saw Dan's silhouette disappear in the London fog. Phil was heartbroken, in tears Phil ran inside and called Dan. Of course Dan didn't pick up. Phil has obviously messed up, and bad.

Phil woke up the next morning in his own bed. He fell asleep in Dan's last night, how did he end up back in his own? The familiar smell of tea and cologne, Phil knew Dan was back. Racing out of his room while trying to put on a fuzzy pair of black slippers, Phil tripped. His nose was bleeding and he honestly thought he broke it. Dan heard the noise and peered around the corner to find Phil lying hopelessly, covered in blood.
"What the fuck happened?!" Dan yelled to Phil. "I'm not sure..." Phil whimpered back. Dan opened his mouth to talk but soon closed it realizing he obviously didn't want to say that. "All I know is I honestly think I broke my nose." Phil cried in pain. "Well Phil, what do you want me to do?" Dan asked looking exhausted.
"I don't know, call the doctor or something. I'm sure Dr. Joseph will be able to figure out what's wrong." Phil replied. "Good idea." Dan said as his voice got quieter and the halls echoed. Dan left the room to get the phone and call Dr. Joseph. He came back and told Phil to get up because they're heading to the doctors immediately. Phil grabbing a tissue to wipe up the pouring blood from his nose, slipped on some shoes and shut the door behind himself. Dan in front pushing the lift button. They arrived on the ground floor and began walking to the underground train-way.

"Phil swipe your Oyster card please." Dan instructed Phil. Phil did as he was told and walked through. The train was crowded, people flooding wall to wall. Phil gasped in disbelief, he never seen this many people on a single train before. Sitting in silence as both Dan and Phil listened to others conversations. Not intentionally however, it's just hard to completely ignore it.

Dan and Phil arrived at the small doctors office. Phil still wiping up blood from his nose they both entered the office. Taking a seat in a black and leather chair, Dan walked to the front desks saying they had an appointment with Dr.Joseph. The lady pointed down the hall and Dan instructed Phil to follow him. They both thought they were over exaggerating with the nose thing but Phil was in horrid pain. Opening the door with a plaque reading, "Dr. Joseph's Office" and entering.

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Later after the appointment Dr. Joseph announced Phil did not have a broken nose and they were both free to go. Phil's heart pounded and was confused why until he remembered how much he loved Dan. Phil started to run, he cried. Dan was confused on what happened but he should know since just the day before Phil declared his love for him. Phil eventually reached the building and dashed up the stairs. Opening the flat door, immediately locking it behind him. Phil ran to the bathroom and cried. Dan heard Phil and tried opening the door to see what happened but it was locked. Anger rushed through Dan's head because he wanted to help is best friend. Using all of his strength he punched the door putting a humongous hole through it. Phil was is the shower with the shower curtain closed so he wasn't that worried. Meanwhile Dan stretched his arm in and opened the door to reveal the bathroom. Opening the shower curtain violently, Dan watched Phil cry. Dan left the room quietly regretting what he just did. "Fucking idiot! Control your anger issues!" Dan cried to himself. Rocking back and forth on the couch, Dan eventually cried himself to sleep.

(Warning! Sorta' Sad!)

The next morning Dan woke up. He didn't smell the tea being boiled. He didn't smell the freshly sprayed cologne. Phil wasn't up? Strange. Dan got up and lazily stumbled to the bathroom. Dan screamed. Phil. Phil was dead. Phil committed suicide. Dan began to bawl as he ran to his bedroom to call 999. He was bawling into the phone as the nice lady sent an ambulance. Minutes passed, Dan still bawling. The paramedics finally arrived and began to take Phil up on a stretcher. Walking him downstairs, Dan asked if he could come in the back of the Ambulance. They shook their head and said they would call. Dan made his way back upstairs to see what happened. A knife was on the bath tub ledge and a neatly wrote note. I picked it up and read it.

"Dear Dan,
You can see me now can't you.
Unless you took me to the hospital to see if they could save me.
I want you to know, they probably won't be able to.
I'm watching over you Dan.
I love you so much, please don't forget that.
I couldn't handle the ache I had in my heart. It was too strong.
The pain needed to stop.
As you read this. I'm smiling at you.
Look up about now. Maybe if you really look. You'll be able to see me.
I guess this is it for awhile.
Please stay down there on earth and take care of yourself.
When it's truly your time, you'll come.
I'm waiting Daniel.
P.S, I love you."

Dan listened to Phil and continued to live on. The phone call came about 5 hours later saying they weren't able to save Phil. Dan pulled it together until they hung up. Dan walked to Phil's bedroom and put on a hoodie of his and crawled in his bed. Dan got up 3 hours later and looked for Phil's phone. He soon found it in the bathroom. In his camera roll it was a video. He listened closely, it was Phil's last breath. Dan cried again wishing for the pain to stop. He wanted it to end. Yet it's a continues process that would never end.