Old Places, New People || Phan

5-Dan's P.O.V

"Nngggh. Dan?" The ebony haired boy groaned, his eyes fluttering. I tightened my grip on his hand, a smile forming on my face. "Phil! You're alive!" I flung my arms around his neck, only to be met with a oof sound. I winced and released him, returning to holding his hand. "I thought you were a goner!" Phil sat up a bit, sucking in a sharp breath. I moved to help him, but he held up a hand to stop me. He adjusted himself into a more comfortable position and released the breath he had been holding. "What happened?" He groggily asked. My mind flashed back to the scene, the Kool Katz ganging up on Phil, PJ walking by at just the right time, and me knocking down the gang leader and PJ scaring away the rest of the gang just long enough to run away, carrying Phil between us. "I single handedly took out the ENTIRE gang and then carried you back here to my friend's house." I puffed out my chest, attempting to look macho, but failing miserably. Phil giggled, which then turned into a small coughing fit and resulted in him slumping back against the bed. All of a sudden, PJ entered the room, a glass of water in his hand. "Hey Dan, here's that water you asked for." He looked over at Phil and smiled. "Hey, he's awake! Mornin' Sleeping Beauty." He flashed a pearly white grin and winked at Phil. I giggled at Phil's horrified expression, his spluttering not making it any better. "Excuse my FLAMING homosexual of a friend here, but he's just teasing. I think." I grinned as Phil relaxed, giggling with us. "Oh, sorry, the name's PJ, but you can call me Peej." He stuck out his hand, and Phil shook it. Phil winced at the slight movement, and I made a decision. "Hey Peej, boot up the Google. Phil, take off your shirt." They both stared at me with confused expressions. I smiled at them creepily. "It's time to play doctor."
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"Does it hurt when I push...here?" I lightly pushed down on Phil's chest, still staring at the computer screen. I glanced back at Phil when I heard him wince. His face was pale and a thin sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead. His tricoloured irises held pain, but he smiled anyway. "Only a bit, not much." I shook my head. "Phil, stop lying to me. You can tell me when you're in pain, that's what friends are for! Oh, and bailing your sorry ass out of situations like this." We both giggled, my hand still on his upper half. I glanced back down at the expanse of purpley-green flesh that was once Phil's chest. I pressed lightly again in that area, and Phil groaned. "Okay, that hurts quite a bit." I looked back at PJ, whom had stolen the computer. "Our overlord Google tells me that you have a broken rib." Phil's face went sheet white. "How do we fix it?" I asked. PJ looked at with worry. "We can't, unless you see a doctor to set it back in place and bind it up." I looked back a Phil, his face scrunched with pain, and pulled my phone out of my pocket. PJ looked at me in worry. "Dan, what're we gonna say? We can't tell them he was beat up, then we'll have to get the police involved, and you KNOW that word will get back to the Kool Katz." I fiddled with the hem of the grey shirt I was wearing. I loved the way Phil's shirt smelled of him, of darkness and the outdoors, and of rain on a quiet night. What is wrong with me?! I cleared my throat before turning back to face Phil. "It's your call Phil. Obviously, you'll need a doctor, but we can't exactly go to the hospital without getting the Police involved." I bit my lip and gazed into Phil's confused and pained eyes. He let out a long sigh, wincing, before closing his eyes. After a few moments, PJ suddenly jumped out of his chair. "I know someone who's training to be a med. student! He can help! Probably." PJ pulled out his phone and dialed an unfamiliar number. "Hey, Chris! How's med school? Great! I'm great. Well, um, you remember me telling you about my friend Dan, right? Well, it seems that a friend of Dan's, Phil's his name, has gotten himself beat up, and now we think he broke a few ribs." There was a long pause of silence. "Oh please Chris! We need a big strong doctor to help." Another pause. "Aw, you're the best. Bye Hun!" PJ kissed into the phone before hanging up. He looked up to meet Phil and I's confused stares. He raised an eyebrow in indignation. "What? I've got to live up to the stereotypes of my people! Being a FLAMING homosexual is a hard-knock life." PJ dramatically walked out of the room, one hand over his chest. I giggled before calling down the hall, "DID YOU REALLY JUST QUOTE A RED-HEADED ORPHAN?!" I doubled over in laughter, my head resting on Phil's rumbling chest. Phil was laughing along with me, his face a mixture of joy and pain. I quickly got off of Phil, all laughter forgotten. I gripped his hand and bowed my head. After awhile, a snore erupted out of nowhere. I glanced up to see that Phil had fallen asleep, his hand still clasping mine. I smiled and pushed his black fringe out of his face. "It's okay Philly, help will be here soon."