Sugar (Phan)

09

Phil's POV: One year later

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I awaken at the sound of a deep, rustling sound in front of my eyes, vision blocked by my boyfriend's head of hair, resembling a hobbit. He snores when he sleeps, and I find it adorable. I have my arms wrapped around his torso, lying sideways on the bed.

 I slowly and carefully remove my arms, and then my body off of the bed, and go into the kitchen. I wasn't a good cook, but DAMN did I make some good eggs and bacon!! I close the door behind me and take out a pan, butter, oil, etc., the needs for cooking.

20 minutes later:

"Daaann??" I say in a singsong voice, opening the door with one hand to our bedroom, tray of breakfast in the other.

"mmmmmmpphh" He groans.

"I made some breakfast Danny bear!" I know he hates that name, which will make him wake up.

'HM? WHAT?" He shoots out of bed and runs over, seeing what I'm talking about, he notices the two plates of eggs and bacon, one for me, one for him. "Ohmygod, bring that over to bed right now."

"Will do!" I walk over and sit down on the bed with the tray, handing Dan his plate.

"mmhhorry pphhit iphh tasthh gubd" He says, mouth full of eggs and bacon.

"What??" I say, laughing on the bed.

He swallows his food, finally, and says, "Holy shit, this is good!!" 

10 minutes later, Dan's POV:

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I hate washing dishes, with a burning passion, but since my wonderful boyfriend brought me food, I decided to return the favor. I put away the remaining plate, and hear a loud thump in the stair well. I jump and instantly run to see what happened.

"Phil??!?" I screamed, worried something happened. I run to the staircase to see, my wonderful boyfriend, lying on the ground, unconscious.

"Phil!!!!" I run to his body, and notice a tiny spot of blood on the wall, a same resemblance on the side of his head. Fucking idiot, he fucking fell! I lie down, putting my head on his chest. I still hear a faint heartbeat, and I quickly fumble around in my pockets, pulling out my phone and pressing the emergency call button. Before the lady even finishes her sentence, I yell:

"YES CAN I PLEASE HAVE AN AMBULANCE COME TO NORTHERN APARTMENTS DOOR 276 ON THE 9TH FLOOR, MY FLATMATE HAS PASSED OUT AND HE IS BLEEDING!"

"Alright alright, we're sending one your way. Please stay on the phone with us. Go get a towel, and soak it in hot water, then press it against his wound, with continuous pressure." 

I do so, pressing a towel against his head. Then I hear the sirens get closer and closer, and the ambulance stops in front of our apartment, coming up the elevator, getting Phil, and going back down, me coming with, I climb in the back with Phil's body on the transport, watching him, and hoping that out of all of this, he still stays alive.