How to Help Howell?

Part 23

Dan's POV

I eventually passed out on the floor from all the pain that I had recently suffered through.

I didn't bother getting my wrist fixed up, I didn't feel like going to A & E at all.

After waking up on the floor in all kinds of pain from my aching wrist, my sore back from sleeping in an awkward position, and my chest feeling empty.

My heart felt completely and utterly shattered. I figured going into Phil's room to see what he was up to couldn't hurt me even more than I already was.

I creaked his door open to see him sitting on his bed hugging a pillow.

"Dan, can you come in here please?" He asked quietly.

"Oh, what, so you can become my boyfriend then completely rip out my heart and stomp on it all over again?"

"Dan, I think there's something wrong with me," he whimpered simply.

I walked into his room slowly and sat down on his bed opposite him.

"What...what do you mean?" I asked.

"I keep having these weird personality switches or something. Like one moment I'm completely fine, but then some switch goes on in me and I'm completely horrible to you! I don't know what's going on but I don't like it." He explained

I pondered this for a while, staring at his exhausted and hurt expression.

"So...last night was all one of your personality changes?" I asked cautiously.

"I guess so. I would never purposely try to hurt you, Dan, you know that. It's not really me when that happens. It's like I turn into some monster..." He dropped his head onto the pillow he was hugging to his chest, hiding his face in it in an adorable manner.

"Phil, we'll get you all fixed up, don't you worry about it," I assured him with a smile.

"Just clear one thing up for me. Do you really want us to be together? Or is that another subconscious personality?"

"Dan, that's what I want most in the world, don't you worry," he looked up to me with a smile as he reached over and booped my nose. I smiled at his adorableness and scooted around so I was right next to him. I put my arms wrapped around him as I drew circles on his shoulder with my finger in what must have been he most comfortable position in the world.