Novocaine (Phan)

Chapter 10

Dan's POV

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I knew Phil and I were going to have to act as if we didn't love each other. Did we love each other? I'm pretty sure I loved him, I had only known him for a while but it felt like forever. We just clicked.

It was currently 1:30 in the morning and I missed the warmth of Phil's body. I sighed trying to get comfortable in my bed. I stared at the walls that held Phil's paint. I sighed a long breath and turned over once again. I realized I wasn't going to be able to sleep so I sat upright in my bed. I walked over to the wall that was connected to Phil's wall and I tapped out morse code.

Hi.

I didn't really expect a response but I could hear tapping coming back.

Hey.

I smiled to myself because of course he knew morse code.

I love you.

I tapped out. I could feel his smiled through the thin walls.

I love you too.

He replied soon after. I grinned a bit and tapped out my reply.

How are we going to work?

His reply came shortly after I finished.

I don't know.

I sighed. "Phil can you hear me?" I asked loudly. "Yes I can, thin walls, shhh." Came a voice. "I missed your voice." I said sadly. He replied softly. "I miss you too."

I stood up and headed back to bed. "Night Phil! Love you!" I shouted. I knew he could hear my words but no reply came. I frowned and let unconscious take me.

Every night passed by quieter than the last. Soon Phil stopped sitting by our wall. I cried myself to sleep, therapy dragged on, dark rings formed under my eyes, I got less and less sleep. I felt dead inside.

Four months later

"Dan to Doctor Connors office immediately." A voice boomed. I apologized to the girl I was talking to.

They're gonna say your a lost cause.

I pushed the bad thoughts away and walked down the endless white halls. I reached Connors office and pushed open the door. The first thing I noticed was a certain blue eyed boy in the corner. His beautiful eyes were red and puffy from crying.

My eyes shifted, trying to avoid looking at Phil. Over the months he had stopped joining me by the wall. My words faded into the thin walls and bounced back. Eventually I stopped caring, I could feel his glances every once and awhile but other than that we had no contact.

"I have news for you guys, good and bad." He smiled. "First of all both of you have gotten significantly worse. Dan your voices have gotten louder yes?" I nodded in agreement. "Phil..." He nodded as well. He sighed.

"The only time either of you have showed any improvement is when you're together. I have spoke with my co-workers and we agree you can be allowed to associate again!" He looked at me as if I was supposed to jump up and down or scream.

I scoff. "I dont think so... Were not in love or anything... Fat load of good it would do!" I regret the words as soon as they come out of my lips. Phil's face crumples. Tears leak out his already red eyes. Doctor Connor gives me a horrified look. "Dan, may I remind you that you cried and fought me when we forced you apart!"

I frowned. "Well sorry but...." Connor cuts me off. "You two will be assigned a room until you sort out what has come between you two." I grunt. "Do I have a choice?" I ask. He shakes his head no. Unwillingly I agree and leave his office with a slam of the door. Every inch of my body wanted to turn back and hold Phil.

As much as I hate admitting it I missed Phil. I missed running my fingers through my black hair. I missed cuddling with him. I missed his warmth. Most of all I missed the spark I felt when I touched him.

A few days later Doctor Connor was guiding us to our new room. "Here, no therapy for you two today." And with that he left me with Phil and our silence. Our room was white. How surprising. Two beds were pushed in each corner. I threw my black pillow onto my bed. Sitting down I hesitantly spoke up. "Are you going to paint the walls?" His eyes were a sad shade of blue, glossed over with tears he hasnt shed yet. No reply came as he sat silently. "What, do you just not talk now." He nodded.

I sighed and went over to the one window we had. Looking outside storm clouds covered the skies. I closed the curtains and flopped back onto my bed. I pulled the covers up to my chin. Thunder shook our room. Lighting lit up the floor.

I could hear Phil's whimpers as the thunder crashed through our small room. My bigged regret is not going over to protect Phil from his fears.

The next morning I woke to Phil staring at the white walls. "You could paint them." I spoke up. He glanced back, with a sad smile he shook his head. I gave him a small smile back and let my body go slack into the white sheets. The white ceiling see me to dance as my eyes tried to focus.

Sitting up again I wiped the sleep out of my eyes and got up slowly. Phil's eyes watched me as I padded over to a dresser. Connor had said they already transfer my clothes. I pulled out my usual black skinny jeans and a baggy shirt. I slipped into the bathroom bathroom to change. I slipped into my clothes for the day and opened the door again.

Therapy seemed to go over fast as it was just Connor asking me how it was going and about Phil. I told him the same thing I did last session. "Im fine, the voices are loud, Phil and I are fine." He released me from our session early because it was over as quick as it had started.

I walked the halls and was about to turn the last corner when I slammed into a blue mop of hair. "Sorry!" I exclaimed as i stumbled backwards. Tyler glared at me. I was slightly taken aback by his rude gesture but he pushed past me and hissed.

"I thought you werent going to hurt Phil."

Hey guys! Sorry for the confusion, wattpad decided to delete 90% of this chapter and... Yeah... so here it is! If you cant tell Im basing it off of the real d&p timeline. All the cutesy stuff was 2009 and were entering 2012 era... :(

Anyways thanks for reading and I love you.