fixing the unfixable -phan neko (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 36- The collapse

Dan's P.O.V

As I stood in the doorframe, rubbing the last bits of sleep out of my eyes, I heard a loud thud from the corridor outside.

"Phil." I screamed instantly, knowing he was the only possible cause. I dashed towards the sound but it only took a single step to see what had happened.

Phil was lying just up ahead, his head hanging off of the first step and his body was sprawled out, limp on the carpet next to the stairs.

"Phil!" I shouted once again, in shock. What caused this?

I rushed to his side, first checking his pulse and breathing a sigh of relief as I could feel his steady beat. A second or two later his eyes slowly began to flutter open before closing again as he squeezed them tightly shut.

"What happened?" He asked in a pain-filled cough.

"I-I don't know. I think you passed out." I told him in a rushed, worried voice.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I then went on and asked, worried.

I noticed tiny red dots scattered across his white sleeve, but didn't pay it much thought. It was the tone of voice he was using that was concerning me.

"I-I'm okay. My back just hurts a little from the fall." With that, he began to stand, but I stayed close by.

As he steadied himself on his feet, I let my guard down a little and, in that second, he began to fall once again. This time I was here to grab him and, as he began tipping backwards, I reached my arm out and grabbed the front of his shirt, stretching it a little, but saving him from the drop.

As soon as I had steadied and firmed my grip, I pulled him against my chest, holding him there for a moment before lifting him up to place him back in bed. I sat beside him when he looked like he would be comfortable enough and grabbed my phone off of its charger from my bedside table.

"Hello, emergency services, how can I help you?" A kind woman's voice spoke at the end of the line.

"Hi. It's my boyfriend. He fainted earlier, got up and then passed out again. His pulse is fine, but he still hasn't woken up a second time."

"Okay, just tell me your address and we'll get there as quickly as we can."

Whilst giving my address, I felt a light touch brush my thigh. I turned and looked over to see his eyes beginning to open once again and watched as he gave his head a slight shake. "He's awake!"  I yelled, interrupting myself.

"Does he seem in a stable condition?" I heard the woman ask. I nodded, relief still washing over me. It took a few moments to realize that she hadn't seen me before I gave an answer.

"Y-yes. He seems fine. He's okay." I told her excitedly.

"Okay then. If you are still worried about him, take him to the nearest emergency services. Good bye, have a nice day." She told me and, before I could respond again, hung up.

"D-Dan." He whispered, his voice hoarse and trembling. "My head. My head's hurting. Make it stop." He continued in a lifeless voice.

"Okay, I'll go and get you some medicine. Stay there. Don't move." I told him in a stern but gentle tone.

"'Kay," he mumbled in response.

I rushed to the bathroom and, once there, noticed the cabinet door wasn't shut properly. I reached up and my hand came upon an unfamiliar box.

"What's this?" I mumbled under my breath before pulling it out and peering in.

Inside, there looked to be dozens of blades, most labeled with insults. It didn't take long to figure out who this belonged to. How hadn't I noticed this before?

I tipped box and emptied it into the toilet, knowing the consequences soon to come.

Once I had flushed the blades, I placed the box on top of the cabinet and pushed it to the back.

Worry began to bubble up inside as I linked them to the incident. What if he had lost too much blood or a cut had gotten infected? I need to make sure he's okay but how am I supposed to ask?

Unanswered questions were still filling my mind as I grabbed the medicine I had originally come for and headed back to Phil.

I passed him the pills and he took two, swallowing them down with some of the water he keeps beside his bed.

"Thanks." He whispered in a pained voice.

How should I ask? Maybe I should just wait until he gets better.

What am I saying? If it was because he's got a serious wound infected, he won't get better without medical attention and treatment.

"What's the matter?" Phil asked, looking concerned as he broke me out of my trance.

"N-nothing. I'm fine." I told him a little too quickly, only making his frown deepen.

"What's wrong? You can tell me. You do trust me, don't you?" He said, the last question catching me off guard.

"Of course I trust you. It's just... just that... If I ask you something, do you promise you'll answer it honestly and, if you don't want to answer at all, you won't? Will that be okay?" I asked him nervously, not wanting to pressure the sick boy but feeling desperate for answers.

"O-okay. I promise." He told me, looking intrigued but nervous.

"When was the last time you cut?" I asked, deciding to just get right to the point. I sat in silence as I watched his eyes dart across the room as he decided if he should say or not.

"I-I'd rather n-not say" He stuttered anxiously, looking up at me for approval.

"That's fine. Can you tell me if the last time you had done it was recent or not? It's okay if you don't want to tell me again, just say so." I said, trying to sound as reassuring as possible, hoping not to be pressuring him.

"I-it was recent." He stuttered once again, this time answering almost straight away.

"Okay. By any chance, do you think it might have gotten infected somehow?" I asked him in a nervous, wavering voice, but with a confident face.

"I-I don't know. Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" He said and his panicked expression was growing worse.

"It doesn't matter." I told him, not meaning to snap but the unintentional increase in volume made him begin to shake. "I-I'm really sorry for snapping. Is there any chance you could show me?" I said in a deflated tone.

At first his eyes shot to meet my own holding a look of disbelief but the second they met, the next second they split. Once again he was scanning the entire room searching for an answer, but this time he looked more frightened than the first time.

Just when I thought he would never decide, he opened his mouth a little and allowed our eyes to reconnect.

Part way through forming the first letter of his beginning word, he froze and stopped whatever he was going to say.

In silence, he then reached out to me, pushing both covered arms closer to me. From how close I was, I could see the trembling and hesitance in his movements, which seemed to only grow stronger when holding them in front of me.

I could see the clamminess of his palm and it wasn't difficult to see how laboured his breathing seemed to have become.

"Thanks." I whispered to him before taking a hold of his left wrist in a gentle but firm grip.

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Hey guys, I've been procrastinating writing for the past month and been relying on all of my back up drafts until now. The only thing I had been writing were the authors notes which I do just before I publish. I had completely forgot about not having a back up and so thank you for managing to proof read my work so quickly @writtinggirl22 and yeah. My question this week is do you have any pets? Ii have two pugs called Jake and Percy who inspired me to do this question because at the moment they're doing my head in. Anyway, that's about all, I'll speak to you next week and yeah, bye bye.