Recovery: A Phan Fiction

Seven

Day twenty four-

The hospital suggested sending Dan away to some sort of recovery retreat. They think his depression isn't getting any better and that professional help will fix him.
But I know it won't. He needs me. I know, it sounds awful for me to say that but its true.

And honestly, I think I need him even more.

I moved into his room a long time ago, it feeling appropriate being married and all. It's so crazy. Dan was the one who wanted to tell everyone first, but I didn't think I could do it quite yet. And I doubt I'll ever be able to unless he's with me.
But this should be about Dan, not me.

I swear he's getting better. He'll run into town to the shops without me, which feels like a huge step. And like I've said before, fresh air definitely helps him.

Something horrible happened yesterday though. He came home from his walk in tears and unable to even speak. He just fell to the carpet sobbing right there in the hallway and wouldn't stop until I came to calm him down.
Apperantly he had witnessed a young girl commit suicide by jumping off of a five story building. She was so young, only sixteen.

I'm sorry, I need to take a break for a moment.

Anyways, after everything Dan has been through, I know witnessing stuff like that is hard for him. It breaks my heart seeing him like that.

-Phil