Phan Oneshots

Hospital // AU P1

Prompt: Dan is a lonely seventeen year old, put into the hospital for the thoughts he tried to keep to himself. Once inside, he sees a boy who is very happy, very bubbly. Phil, he's called, wears a flower crown, and his hospital gown is a soft pastel pink. Dan's is only blue. A dull blue. Dan's confused as to why Phil's in here; he thought this ward was for sadness. Phil has a secret.

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Dan sat up, adjusting his pale blue hospital gown. Walking to the bathroom, he adjusted his fringe, sighing at his pale skin and his scarred wrists. He walked back into the room, finding his bracelets, and sliding into them up his arms. Shortly after, a nurse came in with Dan's breakfast. "Good morning, Daniel." She smiled. He gave a small smile back, sitting down in the bed. "I have a bowl of oatmeal for you." She sat it down, Dan staring at it. "Aww, hun, the doctor said you have to eat at least half the bowl. You know that." She smiled. Dan nodded, picking up the spoon, and putting a tiny bit onto it. The nurse told him she'd be back later.

When she was gone, Dan set the spoon down again, looking down at his stomach. At seventeen, he was only 98 pounds. He'd been put in here by his parents for clinic depression and anorexia/bulimia. His mum insisted he would get better, but, since he'd been here, they'd only made him eat. Dan again picked up the spoon, getting a spoonful, and eating it. Make the nurse happy, Dan.

When the nurse came back in, she smiles at Dan, looking at his half-full bowl. "Good job, Daniel!" She smiled. Dan gave a smile back. "Don't forget you have that group in an hour, love." The nurse reminded before heading out. Dan sighed, laying back on his bed.

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At group therapy, Dan sat down, in his skinnies and The Fray tee, waiting for everyone to get into the smaller room. He was really waiting for a specific person-Phil. Phil fascinated him. He wore a flower crown, and when he wore his hospital gown, it was a pastel pink instead of the regular pale blue. His electrifying blue eyes seem to pull Dan in, interesting him. How could someone that happy be in this ward? "Good morning, everyone." Phil chirped, his eyes falling on Dan. Dan's eyes were on the floor, and his arm was covering the other. Phil smiled at him, sitting right beside him. "Hallow, Danny." He smiled, making Dan look up. "Hi, Phil." Dan said, a small smile. "Hello everyone. Today, we're gonna discuss why everyone is here. Don't worry, no one here is judgemental." The leader spoke up before Phil could speak again.

Phil got worried. What if people looked at him different now? He wouldn't know unless he tried.

Dan, on the other hand, was mentally freaking out. He hated speaking, let alone about his problems. He tried to calm himself.

"Phil? Would you like to go first?" The leader asked, smiling at him. Phil shrugged, standing. "Um, most of you know me. I've been here a year and a half. Phil is my name, I'm 18. My last name is Lester. I was..I was put in here for depression, anxiety, OCD, and, well, um.." Phil bit his lip. "Well, I tried to commit suicide because I was bullied. They bullied me for my sexuality." Phil said quietly. Everyone looked at the boy sympathetically; because they all loved him, and they couldn't really understand why anyone would want to bully the sweetie. Phil sat, and nudged Dan. "Your turn." He mumbled, looking at the ground. Dan slowly stood up.

"M-My name is Dan. Dan Howell.." He started. "I'm seventeen. I was put in here for panic attacks, clinic depression, anorexia/bulimia, and um..well, I have bad anxiety. I've only been here a couple weeks." He mumbled the last of it. Phil smiled at him, giving him a tad bit of confidence. The leader smiled. It went all the way around the circle. Dan noted that he wasn't as bad as some of the others. Some people had been here for a long time.

And Dan wasn't that bad, either.