No One Knows

Dont. Tell. ANYONE...

   Dans POV
      I came home from another 'wing stretching' (I call it) and was about to get all snuggled in my bed and pajamas. Proceeding up the stairs, something caught my wrist. "D-Dan, can we talk?" Phil asked me. It felt like my heart stopped and gushed into my rib cadge. His tone was so scared and concerned it was adorable. "O-of corse Hun" I said holding back my panic.
We walked into the lounge and sat at an uncomfortable distance away from each other. Phil looked surprised and scooted closer to me. All at the perfect moment, my wings started to hurt.
I thought I just stretched them out!!
I wondered
This is so unfair! All though, I do go straight to bed and unfold them after...
" Dan, Dan are you listening?" Set an agitated Phil snapping and waving in front of my eyes to get my attention. "
"Oh, yes what?" I said, snapping back into reality.
" I just want to talk about us and what is been happening with you..." Phil said looking down at his shoes. "O-ok" I squeaked out.
"So, are you feeling OK?"
"Y-yea, fine. Fine as ever! Are we done?" I asked. I knew the 'suspicious' feeling was just about fed to him, but my wings were hurting like hell.
"Dan, something is not ok. I can definitely tell. I think the man walking his dog OUTSIDE can tell." Phil said. I couldn't blame him, it was so obvious, and I hated it for being that way.
"N-no, I'm ok..." I almost whispered, my wing pulsing with pain. All of a sudden, a big CRACK came out of no where, and a yelp from between my lips.
"Dan! DAN ARE YOU OK!?!" Phil said, retrieving me from the pain.
Lifting up my shirt, he saw...
The broken and dangling wing that swung beside me.
Before I knew it, everything went black...

Sorry for the short chapters! I am trying to get into the writing spirit and stuff (ik excuses excuses). Also, I may get some tatinof tour tickets which is AMAZING but ya make sure to vote and comment!
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