Fixed || Phan

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"Great! I'm happy that you're not mad at me..." he trailed off, looking happy.

"Why would I be mad at you? It's not your fault that you don't remember." I said, sitting down in the uncomfortable plastic chair that was placed next to his bed. I frowned and shifted around in discomfort and he must have noticed.

"Sit here." Phil said, moving over and patting the space next to him in the bed.