Yangire (Yandere Sequel)///Phan

Repress it? Yup!

A/N My longest chapter yet in celebration of Dan painting his nails.

The next morning Phil woke up from a restless sleep. He stretched, trying to shake off the images of his nightmare. After speaking to Dan the previous day, Phil's dream had become much more vivid. He could clearly see the chaotic brown eyes and knife; he could feel every cut Dan made in his flesh. Dan was reopening the scars that had only just begun to heal up from his previous dream while whispering sweet nothings in his ear. It felt too real.

Phil ghosted his hand over the flesh of his ear. He could still feel the warmth of his breath.

Phil shuddered and decided to have a shower and prepare for the day.

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After breakfast, Phil decided to look around the hospital a bit more by himself. He walked around the first floor nodding at nurses and doctors who passed him. He couldn't help but think about what Dan had said about them, how they treated patients like "wild animals." He couldn't fully bring himself to trust Dan just yet, but his curiosity was getting the better of him.

Phil strolled up to the second floor and down the west wing. The second floor was silent, besides for the occasional footsteps of nurses. It seemed like the patients were here for very minor things. Phil figured maybe some of these people were patients recovering from previous illnesses.

There wasn't much going on around the second floor so Phil decided to move up to the third.

Patients on this floor were a bit louder, but it was still the morning so Phil knew a lot of them were probably too tired to cause a ruckus in their rooms. Phil stopped at the room labeled '352' and a thought struck his mind. He had yet to see what these patient's rooms actually looked like. If what Dan said was true, their rooms would probably resemble cages.

He looked around to see if there were any people around and placed his hand on the corner of the plastic window cover.

Just one peek. He thought as he slowly slid the window cover to the side.

He peered through the glass and let his eyes focus to the room's dim lighting.

The room was completely white. Linoleum lined the walls and floor. A single, dim, white, light was embedded in the ceiling and there was a metal bed cot pushed against the wall.

Phil's eyes landed on the boy on the floor against the opposing wall. He knew it was Dan and he silently hoped he wouldn't see him watching.

Dan was in contrasting black clothes that Phil recognized. That was the same shirt he wore at the party they had reunited at 5 years ago. Phil remembered how sweet Dan had been the day of and after the party.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed Dan's shoulders move. He was huddled in the corner of the room holding his knees to his chest and his face buried in his arms. His back jerked again and Phil realized he was crying.

Phil spotted a purple bruise on his arm that definitely was not there yesterday. He made a mental note to ask Dan about that.

Phil began to feel a little uneasy, like he was intruding on Dan's privacy, so with one last glance, he reached up for the window cover. Just as his fingers toughed it, Dan looked up.

Phil froze, hand still on the cover, not knowing what to do. Dan slid up against the wall and moved towards the door. Phil noticed he had a slight limp in his step.