truth or dare // phan au

fifty-seven

dan's pov
i press 'end' to hang up the call with phil and then i slide down the cool tiles of the ugly school bathroom. i sigh.
i can't go back out there. all those people, gossiping about who likes who, whats trending, who hates who, etc. its ridiculous.
none of it matters. how am i supposed to care about all of that when my boyfriend could be dying in some shitty hospital room that smells like soap.
i press my forehead against the refreshingly cool wall and close my eyes.
i have to get out of here.
i open my eyes and push myself off the ground. i walk over to a mirror, i look like i haven't sleep in days-i haven't
i feel like shit, look like it too.
i rub my eyes.
i hear a knock on the door.
"hey dan, uh, you okay, man?" its pj.
"oh yeah, i'm good, don't worry."
"you sure?"
"yeah."
"okay. the bells gonna ring soon, just wanted to check on you."
"thanks peej."
"no problem." i hear the sound of his footsteps drifting away, i sigh once again.
a/n: yo, whats ur hogwarts house? i'm a slytherin.