Coming Home

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Phil's POV 

*Later That Day*

Dan had fallen asleep in my arms after crying his eyes out and telling me every single detail the doctors had told him about his heart condition. The pamphlets they had given him all said it could be a different thing. One pamphlet said it could be a tumor in his heart, another said his heart was infected and the third one said it could be cancer. I didn't want to imagine the worst but I was. I felt my eyes drift down and stare at Dan as my mind started flooding with all the things that could happen to him and it was breaking my heart. Without waking him I slowly moved away and got to my feet, making my way towards the door. I found myself walking down the hallway and then towards the reception desk, the lady must've known why I was there because she just stood up and pointed out a door just down the hall and smiled. Slowly I knocked on the door, "Come in!?" pushing the door open I saw the doctor sitting quietly in his chair, his desk was covered with papers everywhere. Legitimately everywhere. He smiled and motioned for me to take a seat, "Hello, Phillip. What can I do for you?"

I was hesitant because I didn't want to shout or cry at the same time, I needed to be strong, strong for Dan's sake. "W-Well, you see sir... I'm wondering if... Well, Dan, he said-"

"You want to know why we can't do more for Daniel right now? Am I correct?" I nodded slowly, "Well Phillip honestly, if you and Daniel wanted to know the exact cause... We could run some tests if that was the road we choose to take, however, that's up to you and Daniel. But, I'm not promising that we'll find out the exact cause" I felt my heart being torn in two, This could help Dan but... What if it had side effects? Bad side effects... 

"What do you believe it is?" The doctor seemed surprised by my question, "Like w-what do you think it is?" 

He sighed and took off his glasses, slowly staring at me. "Well Phillip, from what I have seen in Daniel's files, personally, I think it may be a tumor to be entirely honest with you." I felt my heart drop into my stomach. Those words ripped at every fiber of my being. A tumor. 

"What c-can we do? There has to be something we can do, right!?" I was almost yelling at this point.

"There are a number of possible procedures we could do. However, the one that seems more effective is some basic treatments an then removing the tumor entirely. Still, this is a conversation we'd have to have to include Daniel in. his voice was soft and soothing. 

I nodded, "T-Thank you for your time doctor. And I'll mention this to Dan and get back to you" he smiled and handed me his card before I walked out of the room. Somehow, in someway talking to the doctor was reassuring. Like he had made this situation little better than it was before. I made my way back to my room and slipped the papers into my bag before crawling into my hospital bed with Dan, a small smile formed on his face as I started running my fingers through his fringe. 

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