Demons (phan)

Chapter 8

(Dan's POV)

Phil is in the hospital.

The night after the picnic, we went home, but he kept complaining about being dizzy, I had to carry him half the way back. A few hours after being at his house, he ran into the bathroom and threw up. He had a really high fever, so his dad drove us to the hospital.

Now I'm sitting in the waiting room, all alone. His dad left to sleep, but I refused to go with him. At 2:00 am, I'm not going back. I said I'd never leave Phil, and I am not going to break that promise any time soon.

A doctor walks into the room, a clipboard and pen in his hand. "Are you Daniel?"

"Yes, I'm Phil's boyfriend. Is he alright?"
"Well, I'm afraid not." The old man looks down at the papers on the board again, "The cancer has gotten worse, we are going to start chemotherapy."

"Can, can i-i see him?" I shake, tired of waiting in this bland room.

"Yes, right this way." He leads me through a couple hallways before finally showing me into Phil's room.

"Babe?" I quietly step in and sit by Phil's side. He looks so sick, and I feel tears in my eyes as I see wet streaks on his cheeks. "Are you okay?"

He shakes his head, and grabs my hand. "I feel really scared, Dan."

"You'll be okay, I promise."

"You can't promise that, Love. I'm not okay right now, I won't be in the future, either."

I try to find a more comfortable way to sit with him, but all these tubes are leading into his arms, I can't. "You can hope, Phil."

"I-"

The doctor opens the door, and walks to the foot of Phil's bed.

"Sorry if I interrupted anything," he looks at us before continuing, "but I thought now would be a good time to discuss the side effects of the chemo."

Phil nods and I grab his shaky hand, trying to reassure him.

"You may start to have loss of appetite, hair loss, you may begin to bruise easily, you may experience mood changes- but that depends on the person..."

The list goes on and on, all sorts of effects that are scaring Phil more and more. When the doctor finally leaves, Phil breaks down and holds me close to him. He sobs into my shirt, and I hold back all my tears for him. I'll stay strong for him.

The next day, they release Phil, but they say he has to be back in a few days to continue the chemo. He's already feeling sick, and on the drive home we have to pull over so he can throw up. It breaks my heart to see him so scared and sick, but I promised him I wouldn't leave, and I won't scare him any more by crying.

Now its evening, and Phil's mum is preparing dinner while we sit upstairs on his bed. He has his head in my lap, and he's humming to a made up song.

"I'm scared," He stops humming.

"I am too, Phil. But you'll be okay. The chemo will make it stop."

"You never know, Dan," he reaches up to me and feels my cheek, staring into my eyes. After a few seconds he puts his hand down again. "What if it doesn't work?"

"It will."

We watch outside his window for a while, and at one point someone throws a rock up at it, but it doesn't break.

I look at the pale blue of the sky, and listen to the kids shouting outside, and Phil's quiet hums. I look around his room, inhaling the scent of it, just enjoying being alive. I try to appreciate it, even though it's hard.

"Dan, I feel dizzy."

"Lay down, Love. On the pillows."

He slowly lays back on the pillows, and I cuddle up next to him, putting one of my legs on his. "Better?"

He wraps his arms around me, "A little."

We stay like that for an hour before we get called down to supper. It's just some soup, and Phil barely eats anything. His mum tries to make small talk, but he won't reply.

We leave a while later and Phil falls onto his bed and starts crying.

"Phil? What's wrong?"

"I'm dying, Dan. I don't want to die!" He sobs in a quiet voice, muffled by his duvet. The hopelessness of his tone is enough to make me shed a few tears, but I wipe them away as I approach Phil.

"No, Phil. You can fight it, okay? You can beat it. I know you can."

He shakes his head and pounds his fists against his bed. "I'm weak! I can't do anything, I'm so afraid, Dan..."

"Don't talk like that, you can make it! You can survive, for me?"

He rolls onto his side and allows me to sit next to him. Red faced and teary eyed, he croaks out a few words, "Okay, for you. I love you."

"I love you even more." I smile, lightly pushing him backwards. I crawl over him and kiss him, being careful not to do anything to cause him a headache.

He pulls my body closer to his, making me lay on him completely. I feel him smile as he snakes his tongue into my mouth, and I run my hands through his hair.

He let's out a quiet moan when I bite his bottom lip, making my jeans tighten. Jesus, Phil.

He pulls my shirt off, throwing it behind him, and does the same to his. I lean down and leave soft love bites from his collarbone to his lower stomach, making him groan louder.

I move my head as he removes his jeans, and decide I should do the same. He smiles as he looks at my almost naked body.

"Dan, are you sure you want to do this? Have you done this before?"

"Phil, I'm positive. Please, take my virginity, I love you with all my heart."

"Dan, it'll be my first, too... I love you."

We make love with his window almost closed, but open enough so the moonlight shines into his dark room. I love Phil, and I'm never leaving him. No matter what happens, I'm going to stay by his side.

A/N- So this chapter was kind of a filler, but I thought the end was important, and kind of cute :3 I wasn't going to write smut because I know certain people who read my fanfiction, and I'd just... Rather not.

BUT if you do want that smut, you can personally DM me and I will write you a little something (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

That is the end of this chapter, I hope you liked it! Please vote and comment, I would really appreciate it!!!