Until The End // Phan

Chapter 7

*Dan's Pov*

It breaks my heart everytime I see Phil cry. It makes me feel like I failed him, like I can't protect him. I was going to say something to try to comfort him before I saw headlights shine through the livingroom windows down the hall. Phil wriggled out of my embrace to see what was going on. There was an emptiness where his warm body was against me. We heard the muffled sound of tires against the gravel out front.

"Do you think it's the guy? Do you think he's back?" Phil questioned, voice shaky. "I don't know" I responded, standing up slowly. I was hesitant to let go of the towels I was holding over Alex. "Stay here" I commanded Phil. If it was the guy, or anyone dangerous, I wanted Phil to stay behind. This way, he would be able to run if things got bad. I started to walk towards the windows, each step unintentionally getting slower. My hands started to shake.

Bang Bang Bang

I jumped at the sound of pounding fists on the door. "Alex!" A man's voice yelled through the door. "Alex, are you here? It's Bobby, let me in!" I stood frozen in my tracks. I looked at Phil, waiting for him to tell me what to do.

Should I open it? I thought to myself but didn't ask aloud. This guy knows Alex. He's probably ok. But what if he's not? What if he-

"Open it" Phil interrupted my thoughts. Without replying, I hesitantly walked towards the door, preparing to turn the knob. There was another bang on the door. "Alex!" He yelled again. I turned the knob and swung the door open quickly. We both stood there for a minute, just looking at eachother in silence.

"Who.. who are you?" He asked me, stepping back slightly. He looked behind me at Phil who was standing in front of Alex's limp form on the ground. He couldn't see her. "I'm uh, I'm Dan" I started. "This is Phil. Alex, she saved us.. back in the city." He eyed us both up and down. "I'm Bobby, Alex's uncle. Where um.. where is she?" He stuttered. I didn't want to answer.

Maybe he can help I thought. Surely he can help.

I stepped aside opening the door wider to let him in. He stared at me again for a second before stepping inside. I closed the door and looked back at him, his eyes locked on Phil. "She was in an accident" Phil told him, realizing that he was giving him a death glare. "Someone broke in."
He stepped aside, revealing Alex.

"We tried to help, but-" I tried to explain to Bobby before he interrupted me. "Alex" He said calmly, breathlessly. He ran over to her and leaned down, placing his hand on her face and pushing away her hair.

Phil walked over to me and grabbed my hand, looking for comfort. We stood still for a moment, waiting for something to happen. Nothing did.

After a minute of still, calmness, Bobby broke the silence. "I can help her" He mumbled, almost to himself. We watched him stand up and speed walk past us, running out the door. Phil walked out the door after him and I followed. Bobby opened the door to the bed of his truck and grabbed a plastic box. I couldn't quite make out what it was. He set it on the ground and slammed the door shut. I could feel Phil tug at my arm, signaling me to follow him back inside before Bobby. We stepped through the door as he pushed past us, sprinting to the kitchen.

As Bobby opened the box, I realized that it was sewing supplies- needles, thread, and a few other things I couldn't remember the name of. He was going to stitch her wound.

"Come on." Phil gripped my hand tighter, wanting me to follow him into the livingroom. I gently swatted his hand away. "Can we help?" I asked Bobby, concern in my voice. He waited a moment before responding. "No, no it's ok. Thank you." I stayed in place for a few seconds before I went back into the livingroom with Phil, just in case he changed his mind. He didn't.

Phil and I sat in the livingroom quietly while Bobby stitched up Alex. I was sat on the couch and him on the floor. It was werid, considering we are always sitting almost on top of eachother in every situation. At this moment, it just didnt quite feel right.

After a short while of silence, Phil started a conversation I wasn't ready to have. "My family" He started. I took a deep breathe when I heard the words escape his mouth. "Do you.. think they're ok?" He asked me, not really looking for an answer. I stood from the couch and sat next to him on the floor, putting my hand on his back. "I'm sure they're fine. None of this is your fault. You know that, right?" Phil swallowed, probably choking back tears. He looked at me with one of the saddest faces I had ever seen him make. "We should have got them when we left the city. We could have helped them."

A tear fell down his cheek. He finally let go. He sobbed as he nuzzled his head into my chest. I wanted to say something to make him feel better, but I couldn't think of anything to say. What was there to say? I left my family, too. But, somehow, I didn't care. All I could care about now is Phil. I wanted to care about my family, Alex, me. But I just can't. He's all that's important to me.

Phil picked his head up and stopped himself from crying any further when we heard Bobby's voice. "Guys!" He yelled out to us. We both bolted up and ran into the kitchen. When I walked in, I could see Alex's head thrashing back and forth and she was groaning in pain. "She's waking up" Bobby informed us. "I'm almost done. I need you to hold her down." Without saying anything in response, I grabbed her shoulders and held her to the ground. Phil gripped her wrists and pinned them down. I was trying to hold her in place with as much force as possible when her eyes shot open and she screamed a piercing shriek.

"Ok, ok, I'm done!" Bobby yelled over Alex jumping back from her. She had stopped screaming, but moans and cries of pain took it's place. "Alex?" Phil tried to get her attention. "Are you ok?" She didn't answer. I looked at Bobby who was breathless from his efforts. He put his hand on Phil's shoulder for reassurance.

"She'll be ok."