Possession-Phan

Chapter 8

"Phil?"
"PHIL!?"
"ARRgh what the fuck Dan?! What the fuck are you doing here? You shouldn't be here. How did you get in? Did PJ let you in? Ohh I'm gonna kill that motherfucker!"
Dan gaped at him. Phil's face was a mess if purple bruises and small cuts. "What...what happened to you!?"
"It doesn't matter" Phil said impatiently as he grabbed Dan's arm and propelled him towards the door. Dan struggled but Phil was too strong.
"Phil, what-are you ok. What happened?" Phil ignored him.

Dan was struggling even more now but Phil's grip grew tighter as he dragged Dan towards the stairs.

Dan's worry soon turned to anger and he yanked his arm away, pulling it out of Phil's grasp. "What the hell Phil!? You don't contact me in days and when I come to try and find you, you're covered in cuts and bruises. I try to see if you're ok but-oh my god! Phil!"

Mid way through his tirade, Dan noticed that Phil was bent over, clutching his side and breathing heavily, his face screwed up in pain. "Fuck! What!? Oh my god" Dan fluttered around Phil, unsure what to do. Phil groaned and dragged himself over to the wall and leant against it. "Nothing. S'fine."
"Well it quite clearly isn't" Dan shrieked.
"When you pulled your arm. Hit my stomach."
"Oh god! I'm so sorry. Phil? Love?"
Phil grunted and held up a finger. He dragged himself up and glared at Dan. "Leave." Dan looked at him, confused. "But Phil-"
"LEAVE!"
Dan gaped as Phil turned and limped towards the bedroom. He took a step forward but hesitated. "Bye Phil." Dan whispered as he turned and walked down the stairs, struggling not to cry. He paused at the door, waiting. Just in case Phil had changed his mind. Silence. Dan stepped out into the pouring rain and only then did he let the tears fall.