glory and gore ; phan

vii

dan grunted, adjusting the cuffs collared around his wrists. he was dressed in a navy suit, something he was far from used to wearing. he stood anxiously by the door, the only sounds in the room being the pitching ticks of the clock and the crackling sounds of combined dust and drywall falling from the fist-sized hole in the wall.

a knock on his door caused his head to shoot the side, phil's voice coming from the other side. "it's me!" he shouted cheerfully.

dan shook his head with a stifled sign, walking to the door. "hey-" he started, his breath hitching in his throat upon laying eyes on phil, who was wearing a black and white suit. "no good?" phil laughed awkwardly, dan suddenly noticing that he had been staring. "o-oh, no! no, it's uh, it's good," he stammered, swallowing the lump of anxiety in his throat.

"you don't look so bad yourself. shall we?" phil smirked, holding out his arm towards him. dan's eyes lingered on his elongated arm, before shoving both his hands in his pockets and nodding. "yep," he said, popping the p and starting to walk down the hall. "where're we going?" he questioned, stopping at the lift for phil to catch up.

"this little place called michael's," phil replied, pressing the lift button. "bullshit," dan gaped, his eyes widening. "michael's is expensive as fuck!"

"eh, i just came back from an art competition and have some spare cash for the time being," he shrugged, the lift sounding a ding ! as it arrived at their level. "how come i've never seen any of your art, huh?" dan asked, rubbing his cuffed wrists. Phil scoffed. "it's not like you spend that much time in art museu-"

click !!

"get down!" dan suddenly screamed, locking eyes on the gun in the man in the lift's hand and tackling phil to the side; just barely missing the bullet whizzing through the air. dan's eyes shot back up to the man, finding himself looking into the barrel of a gun. he heard a choked out gasp from where phil lied beside him, the ebony-haired boy's shaking hand digging into his thigh.

"daniel james howell, i presume?" the man spoke, a malicious smirk tainting his lips. dan gulped, thoughts racing through his head as fast as the bullet did, directly into his shoulder. he gasped at the sudden shoot of pain, his breath heavy upon seeing the gory bullet wound. the man cocked the gun again, phil's fingernails digging into his thigh further and dan could swear he was drawing blood.

with a sudden breath and the second gunshot going into the wall behind them, dan kicked his leg forward into the man's crotch, pushing him backwards. dan immediately took the opportunity to pounce into him and slam him up against the wall, knocking the gun to the side. "g-get the gun, phil," he stammered, glancing behind him to see the traumatic state of him. he sat trembled, huddled up in a state of shock.

"phil, the gun!" dan repeated, getting phil's head to shoot up in panic. he stumbled to the side, picking up the gun shakily. dan held his hand out for the gun, the ebony-haired boy eyeing it suspiciously. "y-you aren't going to shoot him, r-right?" he stuttered, swallowing the lump of panic in his throat.

dan shook his head hesitantly, "just give me it." wide-eyed, phil dropped the gun in his sweaty palms and quickly repulsed back. dan pushed the cold metal into the side of the man's head, apprehensively clicking the safety off. "dan, no!" phil gasped, shaking his shoulders from the back.

dan stood silent for a moment, before cursing under his breath and drawing the gun down. phil jumped back as dan fired the gun, putting a bullet in their attacker's foot. "lets go," dan hurried, grabbing phil's arm, before again remembering the bullet remaining in his collar. "dan, you're shot!" phil stated worriedly, furrowing his eyebrows. "i noticed," dan breathed, stumbling back dizzily into the wall.

phil's eyes darted around the hall, flickering between dan and his flat. "h-here, get in," he stammered, ducking under dan's shoulder and helping him into the flat. "sit down," he said, rushing around the room manically. "have you got a first aid kit?" dan questioned huskily, slowly leaning back on the couch. "or a beer, that'd be fine too."

"um, i have bandaids and, and, uh, wait, i'm fresh out, uh," phil stammered, rummaging through his bathroom cabinets. "do you have a car?" dan asked dryly, rubbing his eyes. "y-yeah, oh! the hospital!" he gasped, stumbling for his keys.

dan's face dropped at the mention of the sterile, white hell-hole of which he hated so, so much, "uh, right, yeah. that's an option. a-are you sure?" he stammered, raising himself off the couch dizzily. "what's wrong with the hospital? not a fan of over-priced, societal, health warehouses?"

"uh, something like that," he shrugged, leaning painfully against the door with a hiss. phil's eyes lingered on him for a moment with suspicion as he chewed on his bottom lip. "okay then." hurried footsteps clambered up the staircases, drawing both of their attentions to the door. "hurry," dan demanded in a whisper, limply dragging phil out of the building.

he hopped into the driver's seat to be met with a scowling phil. "what the hell do you think you're doing? you have a bullet in your shoulder and you think you're able to drive?" the raven-haired boy scoffed. dan grunted, crawling to the passenger seat with a scowl.

"why don't you like hospitals?" phil inquired after a few minutes of silent driving. dan tensed up. "who says i hate hospitals?" he spat back, anxiously chewing on his bottom lip. "your posture, tone, eyes, hands, lips, etcetera," phil shrugged, the brunette's eyes transfixed on the way his hands moved along the steering wheel.

"as much as having a heart-to-heart with a fake psychic appeals to me, i'd rather not," dan grumbled, earning a dry laugh from phil. "using sarcasm to avoid the fact that hospitals unsettle you," he smiled, glancing to the side where dan tensely sat. "eyes on the road, dammit," he spat upon nervously meeting phil's confident gaze.

"whatever you say, mr. secretive," phil grinned, returning his eyes to the road. "jesus christ, you're so cheesy," dan muttered under his breath, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "and you have a bullet in your shoulder, so who's the one winning?" he smirked, pulling unevenly into the parking slot. "ready?"

dan let out a shaky breath, tapping his fingertips anxiously against his knee. "yeah, but uh, i need to see someone first."

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