The Lion and The Llama: A Phan Love Story #Wattys2015

Chapter 12

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Guys. Just a heads up, there will be a couple triggers in this chapter. I know I said that I did not want that in this book, but I needed to add this into this chapter. Cause I am evil. Please don't kill me. Also, if you do not want to read the triggering parts, I have put them into asterisks so you can just skip over it.
Oh, and the picture/media thing for this chapter is just a weird thing I made... Yeah.
- Nalan
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P.J's POV

I stared at Dan. Dan, the one who caused Phil so much pain. Dan, the one who left. Dan, the one who ran away. My fists clenched. For a while, I thought that Phil may have been getting better. But then here comes Dan, coming and messing everything up again. And now Phil may be dying.

When the beeping stopped, Dan turned even more pale (If that was possible) and sat down. Everything was silent. Chris started to sway, so I grabbed him and led him down to a chair. He gratefully smiled at me, and put his head into his hands. I rubbed his back. We sat like that, the three of us, for a few minutes. Dan got up and sat next to me in one of the plastic chairs. I looked over at him, and his eyes silently asked for forgiveness.

Should I? The one who caused my best friend to be in the hospital. The one... The one who came back. I nodded slowly. Once again, Dan opened his mouth, but was cut off by a doctor walking out of Phil's room.

"Are any of you friends with Phil Lester?" Standing up, I nodded.

"Yes. We are. Is he okay?" The doctor met my eyes.

"I am very sorry-"

(Nalan what you doin'? SHHH I HAVE A PLANNN)

Dan's POV
"I am very sorry-" The doctor begun, looking at P.J.
Phil.
Phil.
Phil.
I clumsily stood up, cutting the doctor off. I ran out of the hospital.
"Dan?" Chris yelled.
"Sir? Sir! I was-" I blocked the doctor's voice out, and I ran through the doors of the hospital.
Phil was okay. He was fine-
Until I came home. Until I waltzed back into his life. I was back at our house before I knew it.
(Trigger Warning)
*Tears flowing from my eyes, I went to the bathroom. I grabbed it.
The blade felt sharp, and shone bright in my hands. I reached out my arm and stared at the ugly reflection in the mirror.
You are hideous. Cut. I winced slightly as the blade cut through my skin.
Phil hates you. Cut. Blood ran down my arms and onto the floor, but I ignored it.
You probably just killed him. Cut.
I sank to the floor, sobbing. I deserved this.
Blood was still running down my arm, staining my clothes and the floor.
I had cut deeper than I had meant to.
My eyes closed, and I thought, now I can be with him.*

Phil's POV (ohhhhh)
Why was everyone being so loud? Sounds pounded at my head. I struggled to open my eyes. It was bright.
The last thing that I remember is Dan.
"He is awake! His heart is beating!" I heard someone shout. Ouch. My ears.
I groaned and opened my eyes fully.
"Where's Dan?" I asked, even though I am pretty sure that it came out something like 'Paris lamb'. All of the doctors ignored me, and poked and prodded at me. Annoyed, I tried to sit up. "Where is Dan?!" I asked, more clearly this time. This one doctor tried to push me down, but I slapped his hand off. I swear, if these people did not tell me where he was right now...
"Chris! Peej! In here!" I yelled. In a instant, both fought through the hoards of doctors and nurses and were by my side. "We need to find Dan." Chris grabbed me, and hauled me off of the bed. The doctors were outraged, and one called security. P.J ran out of the room, while Chris and I hobbled as quickly out of the as we could with my arm around him. P.J had shoved a few nurses out of the way, and the rest stood back. Once outside of the room, P.J had somehow gotten a wheel chair. I sat down in it. "Go."
We took off. I could hear the doctors and nurses yelling at us behind us, but they were too far behind. Soon enough, we were outside. Chris explained that Dan had ran out, because the doctor had formed the sentence to make it seem like that I was dead.
"Dan probably thought that he had killed me!" I said, tears filling my eyes. "So where the hell would he have gone?"
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Yeah. So. That happened.
Sorry for the short chapter, just I wanted to end it here.
Just a heads up, the next chapter does not get better. Not even close.
Spoilers! (High five if you got the Doctor Who reference! No, okay... I'll let myself out...)
Yo. How are you guys doing? I'm good, extremely tired and do not want to go to hell- I mean school, sorry. I have 'We're My OTP' by Troye Sivan stuck in my head :3 that song is life!
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