Fiction

Falling apart

"Rain makes me feel less alone. All rain is, is a cloud- falling apart, and pouring its shattered pieces down on top of you. It makes me feel good to know I'm not the only thing that falls apart. It makes me feel better to know other things in nature can shatter."
~Lone Alaskan Gypsy

Dan POV

By the time Tuesday rolled around, I was already going slightly crazy. The doctors said that unless he woke up before the end of today, there was a chance he may never wake up, and that scared me more than anything. The paparazzi constantly at the window and at the hospital doors didn't help much either. The nurses had taken to swiping at them with umbrellas when they walked into work, and they seemed to find them as annoying as I did, with their constant yelling into microphones and whatnot.

Chris and PJ were visiting most of the time, although they didn't stay overnight like Izzy and I did. They did offer to let us stay at theirs, but I refused and Izzy told them she needed to keep an eye on me. She really was a saint, and kept bringing me new changes of clothes and my toiletries, and she went out of her way to make sure I was eating enough.

She mothered me a lot. It was kind of sweet actually.

The stories on the news were starting to get less ridiculous, mainly because there was no new material and most people were getting bored of Phil now.

I don't know how anyone could get bored of Phil.

"Dan." Came a voice from the door. "There seems to have been a positive increase in pulse rate over the past few hours, and, if this continues, he should be waking up in the next few hours. Why don't you go and have a shower, dear, he'll still be here when you get back." It was the nurse who had been taking care of the machines around Phil, Layla, I think her name was. She was very friendly and seemed to be mothering me almost as much as Izzy was.

I nodded at her, and she smiled, before turning and going out the door.

"That's a good idea Dan. No offence, but you do kind of look like crap, and I don't think that will particularly help Phil if he wakes up to it." Izzy said.

"But what if he thinks I don't care? What if he thinks I don't care if he died, what if he does... it... again? I'm the one who's to blame for this!" I shout, starting to hyperventilate. Izzy is immediately by my side, rubbing my back and muttering soothing words under her breath.

"It wasn't your fault. You left him for good reasons, and it tore you up as well as him. You left him because you love him too much, not because you hate him. You just need to explain that to him, and I'm sure he'll understand."

I breathe shakily.

"Thanks, Iz. You're the best, you know that?"

"Yep, I know that." She said grinning. "Now go have a shower, you stink!"

I smiled sheepishly at her, and grabbed my backpack with all my things in it, before heading to the hospital bathroom.

***

PJ POV

The newspapers had had a field day over Phil's suicide attempt, trying to find out exactly why he did it. News reporters had been knocking on our door for the past week, since that day, and asking a whole load of questions about Phil. Chris had put up a sign on the front door a couple of days after Phil, a sign that made me hope that no small children walked past, and that had lessened the amount of reporters that came to us quite considerably.

Apparently it was the same for everyone, even Tyler in America, and whilst they didn't know what happened, they still sent Phil flowers, and I assume messages to Dan and Phil's house, although no one except Izzy had been there since the accident.

And it was an accident. Izzy has explained everything to us when we first came to visit, and both Chris and I knew that it wasn't Dan's fault.

A pair of arms wrapped around my waist, and a kiss was pressed to the back of my neck. I breathed in the smell of Chris, a smell I could compare to no other in the world.

"What're you doing?" He mumbled into the back of my neck, trailing kisses slowly up towards my ear. I swiped at him; he knew I was ticklish there.

"Stop it!" I giggled, turning my head and kissing him on the mouth.

"You love it really." He mumbled, punctuating each word with a light kiss.

"I can't deny that." I said, smiling. I trailed my fingers up his sides, then down again, until he collapsed on my lap and started laughing uncontrollably.

"Stop! Stop!" He giggled, writhing around as my fingers continued to tickle his sides. "Stop it! No!"

Both of us were breathless and shining with happiness, still in that golden honeymoon stage of our relationship. I bent down to kiss him on the nose, and he scrunched it up adorably, swatting at me.

"What were you doing anyway?" He asked, moving to curl around me, almost like a koala.

"I was reading all the news articles on Phil. I think my favourite so far is the one where Dan, Phil and Izzy are having a threesome. Or perhaps the one where Izzy is actually a hit man from Japan trying to take Phil out without anyone suspecting anything."

"People actually think that?" He laughed, burrowing closer into my neck. I kissed his hair.

"Yeah, they do. It's quite funny what people come up with given only half the facts." He breathily laughed again, still gripping on to me like I was the only heat source left in the world.

"Phil's supposed to be waking up today, isn't he? We should go and see them." He says.

"Yeah, we should. Come on then, koala." I say, trying and failing to get up with Chris still wrapped around me.

"Hey! I'm not a koala!" He says indignantly.

"Yes you are. You're a very cute, cuddly koala bear." I say, kissing his nose and ruffling his hair.

"Fine." He huffs. "Love you."

"Love you too, koala."

Hey guys!

I hope the Kickthestickz fluff makes up for all the feels I'm giving you. Sorry 'bout that.

So I have now put a reminder on my phone to update this every Saturday, although I don't know how long it'll be before I start to ignore it.

You should have a few weeks though!

I have still found no pencorns :(

Hope you're all good and that you have not been eaten by any large whales.

Also, the Malec in the last episode of Shadowhunters! Enough said.

*hits you over the head with a small helicopter and then flies away in it*

Peace out, bitches!

~RuneStarArrow