Caffeine (Phan)

Chapter 7

Dan's POV

He was so worried about Phil. The doctors haven't told him anything yet, and he hasn't been able to sit down. Pacing up down the corridor, he looks at an older man crying with a young child hugging onto him. The man looks up and catches Dan's eye. Dan gives him a smile. He knows how hard it is with waiting. 

*Flashback*

"Dan, it's Eric," His mum sobbed into the phone. Dan couldn't think, fear coursed through his body. "What happened?!" He basically shouted into the phone. 

"He, the-" His mother couldn't even finish her sentence.  "Dan," His dad's voice now on the phone. "He has been getting bullied. The principle called after he heard what happened. Eric, he-"

"WHAT HAPPENED?" Dan did now shout, he moves away, and six months later his brother gets hurt. He should've been there to protect him.  

(trigger warning, scroll down to where it says end of flashback)

"He's been cutting. And, well, he cut a little too deep. And he's lost a lot of blood. A lot. He's lost 13% of his blood. We found him on the bathroom floor. They have to give him stitches. And they want him to go to therapy."

"If that scum bag of a principle knew he was getting bullied, why didn't he say something? He has a fucking mouth!" Dan was angry. No, more than that, he was furious. 

"The principle didn't know till today. A kid in Eric's class saw it happening today and went to the principle. That's when we got the call. So we went up to his room but he wasn't there. That's when we found him..."

"What about the ones who were bullying him?" Dan said, imagining Eric getting punched behind the old middle school.  "The principle called their parents and they are getting suspended for a week." 

"What hospital are you at?" Once his dad told him the name of the hospital, he grabbed his keys. He didn't even change from his PJs. "I'm on my way right now."

*End of flashback*

Dan saw a a doctor walk towards him, and the doctor looked grim. "Phil Lester's....friend?" He asked, and Dan nodded, not having enough energy to correct him and say they were more, so much more, and it was taking Dan all he's got to not break down right now. "How is he? Is he awake? When can I see him?" Dan rushed all these questions at once, not being able to help himself. 

"He's awake, but he's in a lot of pain, he has a broken nose, one broken rib, and bruises in various places. Does he have any relatives the hospital could call?" The doctor looked at Dan, and all he could do was shake his head.

"Can I see him? Please?" he looked expectantly at the doctor, whose name tag read 'Louis'. The doctor nodded and gave him directions to the room where Phil was. Dan timidly walked into the room, trying to be as quiet as possible. It looked as though Phil fell back asleep. Dan sat next to his bed in the armchair that was against the wall. He leaned back, and looking at Phil with purple and pink bruises on his jaw and by his ear, he started silently crying. "I'm sorry," he whispered. He closed his eyes and sighed, this was all his fault if he hadn't broken the mug, or-

"Why?" said Phil's voice. Dan opened his eyes and saw that Phil' eyes were open, too. They were light blue, not as bright as they usually were. Dan got up and carefully sat on the edge of the bed. Phil moved, wincing from the pain in his ribs. "It's my fault you're like this, if I had just gone after you, or if I hadn't yelled-" he started crying again, and Phil grabbed his hand.

"No, it's my fault too. I shouldn't have gotten so upset with you talking to Connor. I know he's dating someone anyway...that Trent guy,"

"Troye," Dan corrected fondly. "Can you tell me what happened? The doctor didn't give me much detail," Phil nodded, and as he told Dan, Dan couldn't help but be proud of how Phil stood up to that jerk for the girl. Once Phil was done, he smiled at Phil and lifted their intertwined hands to kiss Phil's. Phil shifted slowly to give Dan more room. He pulled Dan until Dan was lying on his side, tracing his fingers along Phil's jaw and cheekbones. He did that for awhile, while Phil didn't let go of Dan's other hand.

"Dan," Phil said softly, and when Dan looked over, Phil was asleep.

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"It feels so good to be out of the hospital," Phil said as he walked through the door of his flat slowly. Dan was carrying his bag, and when Phil turned around to look at him, Dan smiled. "Stay the night?" He asked Dan, and Dan nodded. They walked to Phil's room, and Dan made Phil sit on the bed. "I'll get you your clothes," He walked over to Phil's closet, and Dan pulled out a pair of grey pajama pants with foxes. He smiled to himself, only Phil would be a 29 year old with patterned PJs. He grabbed a white t-shirt that had a smiley face on it and turned to Phil. Phil had already taken off his shoes, and was trying to take off his shirt.

"Ow," Phil grimaced as he brushed his broken nose with the collar of his shirt. Dan walked over and grabbed Phil's arm and dropped them by his side. "Here," Dan said softly, "Let me do it," Dan carefully took the shirt off of Phil and went to grab the fresh one when Phil stopped him. 

"No shirt, it hurts too much to take it off." Dan threw the shirt on top of Phil's desk chair, and looked back at Phil. "Can you take your jeans off or do you need me to help you with that, too?" Dan was half being serious, half joking and Phil seemed to notice. He laughed a little, before clutching his ribs. Dan sinfully looked down at Phil's shirtless chest. There was purple and green bruising peeking out of the wrap the doctor had wrapped around the broken rib. He had to look away. He looked back up to Phil's face, which was concentrated on getting his zipper undone on his jeans. The bruise by his ear was fading, but you could still see it. Phil was now just mindlessly pulling off of his jeans, and Dan looked away and blushed. 

"Dan, come here," Dan turned back around and looked at Phil who now was shirtless, but clad in his fox pants. He sat next to Phil on the bed, and they looked at each other for a couple of seconds, before Dan leaned in and gave a soft kiss on Phil's shoulder. Phil turned towards him, and Dan cupped Phil's cheeks and leaned in, kissing him slow and sweet. Dan pulled away and stood up picking Phil up and laying him down on the bed. He crawled over him, stopping to give butterfly kisses on his bruised ribs, trailing a kisses up to his collar bone where he nipped at the skin lightly. 

"A-ah, Dan," Phil breathed out, and Dan kissed his lips to quiet him, make him feel safe. Phil returned with a bite on Dan's bottom lip. He groaned, Phil was turning him on immensely. Dan returned his lips to Phil's collar bone, sucking and biting, wanting to leave a love mark. He feathered kisses on Phil's neck, and Dan could hear his uneven breathing. 

"Dan, kiss me," Phil said in a low, throaty voice. Dan did, kissing him sweetly. He pulled away to look at Phil, and Phil reached a hand up and brushed Dan's hair back. Dan back away, and laid down next to him, careful not to hurt his ribs. "I'm glad you're here," Phil whispered.\

Dan smiled, "Me too."

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