Dear Phil [Phan]

You Shouldn't Be Awake

Phil's eyes fluttered open. "Dan," he croaked. His voice was weak and rough.

"Phil! Oh my gosh Phil!" Dan cried, gripping his hand tightly.

"Phil!" PJ and Chris yelled suddenly.

Phil jumped. He hadn't noticed they were in the room until now.

They ran to his side frantically. "Are you alright?"

"How do you feel?"

"I can't believe this."

"I'm gonna cry," PJ choked, tears welling in his eyes. "We were so worried."

"It's ok, I'm here now," Phil reassured, giving them a small smile. "Dan," Phil looked up at him. "I'm fine. Don't cry love."

Dan whimpered, biting his bottom lip to hold back his sobs so hard that he swore he could taste blood.

The doctor walked in. Her eyes went wide. "You're awake! But we were sure that- oh well. Let me get you some water." She left and another doctor walked in a minute later.

"She wasn't kidding," he said flabbergasted. "I don't understand. You shouldn't be awake. You shouldn't even be alive. It's a miracle."

His voice was still scratchy. His skin was still a sickly pale. His eyes were dim and his smile was wobbly. But he was back and that was all Dan cared about at the moment.

"Do you want something to eat?" Chris asked.

Phil nodded and him and PJ left Dan and Phil alone to get some food.

"I thought I'd lost you," Dan wrapped his arms around Phil's fragile body.

"We'll always be together Dan. I love you," Phil said quietly.

"I love you too."

"How do you feel?" Dan questioned.

"Tired," Phil sighed. "But I want to stay up with you."

"You can sleep. As long as you wake up."

Phil chuckled. The lady came back into the room and set the drink down on the side table.

"You're going to have to help him move around," she told Dan as Phil tried to lift his arm and get his hand around the glass. The doctor placed a long straw in the glass and he thanked her, taking a sip. "He's going to have to go to physical therapy for a few months, more or less, so he can learn to walk again and all that."

Dan nodded, glancing at Phil sadly, while he struggled to even lift his head.

"We can talk more about this later. You two probably have a lot to catch up with."

She left the room, just as Chris and PJ walked back in.

"We got pizza," PJ grinned.

They set the slices down on plates, while Dan lifted Phil into a sitting position and placed pillows behind him to support his head and back. Phil's arms hung uselessly next to him and he groaned as Dan cut a small piece of pizza to feed him.

"This is so degrading," he mumbled, the fork held in front of his face. Phil opened his mouth anyway, grunting.

Dan laughed. A real laugh. It sounded full and alive. He gave Phil a quick kiss. "Wipe that pout away," Dan told him.

Phil giggled, as Dan fed him another bite.

"Ugh. You two are so grooossss," Chris joked.

Phil rolled his eyes, smiling.

"Shut up," Dan blushed, burying his head in his hands.

An hour later and Phil's eyelids were drooping closed.

"Tired?" Dan said, pulling Phil down on his back and rearranging the pillows and blanket around him.

"Mhmm," Phil hummed, shutting them completely now.

Dan was able to stay overnight. And for once in a very long time, he slept peacefully with a smile dancing on his lips.