Phil put the phone down and started to cry. Maybe someone did care.
He picked up the dirty clothes from the floor and shoved them in the bin before picking up his bag and heading to the door.
His arm ached. Surely he was okay though, he wasnt bleeding out.
"Phil?" A voice called. It was Al.
"Im in here," He called back. He sat down on the bed while the world stopped spinning.
"Are you okay?" Al opened the door.
"No." Phil looked at the ground.
Al sat next to him. "Im sorry Phil. I really wish there was something I could do for you. Im so sorry."
"Dont be. You're here for me. Thats all I can ask for." Phil smiled.
"We should head back to mine. Its really early and I need my morning coffee!" Al smiled, helping Phil up.
Phil stood up from the bed and blacked out.
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A Helping Hand (Dan and Phil phanfic)
قصص الهواةTRIGGER WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS MENTIONS OF RAPE, SELF INJURY, DEATH AND ATTEMPTED SUICIDE. Can Dan save Phil? Phil is suicidal and Dan is the only one who's there for him. Can he alone save Phil?
