White Crayon ||Danisnotonfire x Reader||

|| Chapter 33 ||

*Your POV*

"Where is he?!" Dan shouted at the women who works the front desk.

"Dan screaming isn't gonna get you anywhere, please calm down." I silently begged.

"Sir I don't know how many times I have to tell you, but im not allowed to give away that information unless you are a family member." She sighed, annoyed with Dans constant begging.

"I am his fucking family!" Dan slammed his fists down on the desk.

"Sir if you don't calm down I'm going to have to call security." She warned.

"Dan please, just go sit down. I'll talk to her okay?" I clutched his hand.

He nodded and made his way over to a seat, resting his face in his hands as he mumbled gentle prayers.

I turned back to the lady and sighed.

"Look, they've lived together for years and are pretty much brothers. You and me both know that he isn't in great condition." I sighed.

"Just, is there anyway you could talk to a doctor or something? This is really important to both him and me." I pleaded.

She sighed, picking up the phone and speaking into it. She mentioned that me and Dan were in the waiting room, then saying a quick "okay I'll send them up."

"He's in room 409 on the fourth floor." She said, turning to face me.

"Thank you so much." I said, running over to Dan and pulling him up.

"Room 409 on the fourth floor." I repeated to him, quickly running into the elevator and pressing the number 4.

As the elevator moved, dan leaned against the wall and threw his head back in stress.

"Dan--" I said before being cut off.

"I get that you wanna comfort me, but you can't okay?" He snapped.

"Do you blame me for this?!" I asked harshly.

"Well if you didn't invite me to that stupid party, then I would've been there when It happened." He spat.

"Do you really think I could've known that Phil was gonna swallow a bottle of fucking pills huh? Maybe he should've been seeing help Dan!" I scowled.

"So you're gonna blame the guy whose laying in a fucking hospital bed yeah?!" He shot back.

"I'm not blaming him, I'm just saying there could've been ways to prevent this. I mean just because you guys dated before doesn't--" I began to speak, before Dan cut me off.

Dan quickly stopped the elevator and looked towards me.

"You said you wouldn't bring that up, and that you didn't care!" He yelled.

"I don't Dan, but it seems like sometimes you care more for him then you do me!"I growled.

"Well maybe I do!" He spat.

The elevator went silent, both mine and Dans eyes widened. I always thought in the back of my mind that he liked Phil more then me, but I never believed it.