Counting Down the Days » Phan AU

Six

*Three Weeks Later*

Dan's entry- 26 of July
It's been exactly 3 weeks since I met Chris and ever since then the three of us have been inseparable. We've hung out every single day since! I think PJ knows it's been good for me, given my situation. I bet he told Chris about it too. I don't mind. I'm just happy to be getting better. The best news of all is that Phil will be back in 4 days! I'm was thinking about confused as to why he won't write me back. But I've been thinking. It has to be a problem with the mail. Phil would never leave me hanging like this, I know him. He has nothing to be mad at me for, and even if he did, he would still have the decency to write me back and make sure that I wasn't scared for him. I also worried with worst-case scenarios. But if something bad had happened to Phil, I would have been told. He's the most important person in my life, somebody would have contacted me somehow if there was urgent news.

I rolled off my bed in a pile of blankets and landed on the floor gently. I reached for my calendar and stared at it lovingly. The heart around 30 of July seemed to glow as bright as my own as I noticed how close it was coming. In 4 days I would see my beautiful Phil again. I would hug him tightly and scrunch my fingers into the fabric of his shirt. I would cry and he would cry too. I would kiss him a million and one times. We would make up for all the lost time. We would laugh about how I managed to get myself in jail, seeming so silly when explaining it to him. I would show him the journal I kept. He would cry when reading it, then he would cup my wrist and we would fall back onto the bed. He would tell me he loves me, and then we would have the best night of our lives on that bed. In the morning we would make coffee and watch anime. I would whisper I love you and he would whisper it back, and it would be perfect. All in just four days.

I stood up and floated into the kitchen. Making breakfast without Phil was upsetting. He would always steal my cereal.

In four days, Phil will be back to steal your cereal.

I smiled gently to myself and walked back into my room with a bowl of cereal. I felt slightly woozy, and collapsed onto my bed. As I bounced into place, the cereal catapulted off the bed and landed on the floor. I heard it crash and could tell it had shattered but I didn't get up. I was feeling tired and strange. I was in a great mood a second ago, but it had turned confusing in half a second.

It vanished as fast as it appeared, and I felt light-hearted and good again. I shook it off and leaned over to pick up the bits of broken ceramic.

Then the sickening wooziness reappeared. "Agh," I choked and fell back onto my bed again. What was happening to me?

I rolled wildly across the bedsheets, my head pounding and my stomach lurching.

I leaned over the side of the bed and vomited all over the hard wood flooring.

Through the ringing in my ears, headache that clicked on and off every two seconds, the vomit, and the overall terror of what was happening, I started to weep.

Then I started hallucinating. I saw a zebra burst through my bedroom door and then disappear in a puff of smoke. I reached for my laptop and opened it up. I didn't have a reason, I just did.

I skyped Phil. (If I were in my right mind at the time I knew this wouldn't have worked for many reasons, the main one being that Phil left his laptop here.) Too many things were going through my brain, but I then the best thing possible happened- Phil's face popped up. He looked drained and upset. My best guess was that his mother had already passed...

"Phil!?" I screamed.
Phil smiled. "Dan! I miss you so fucking much. You can't understand. I'm sorry I haven't written, I have a good reason."

I quickly felt queazy again, from the sight of Phil and the fact that he swore. The ringing in my ears grew and soon I couldn't hear Phil at all.