Bruises. •Phan•

6.1

Phil POV
"Oh my god! Dan you're Awake!" I said as I kept into his arms and sobbed.
"Where am I? How many hours have I been asleep?" He said in a tired, raspy tone. To be honest it was kinda sexy. But it's not the time for that.
"Um, you're at the hospital, you have been out for um," I checked my watch. "46 hours about, I called 911 after the fight with your dad, you have 2 broken ribs, a sprained arm and a lot of bruises," I explained after I released from our grip.
"And how are you?" He asked, noticeably getting nervous as he looked at a bruise on my jaw, scanning the rest of me for more.
"Sprained wrist, nothing bad," I shrugged. "Dan, I suppose you don't want to go home, so do you want to live with me for a while? I don't think my mum would particularly car-" I got engulfed in a hug and felt my shoulder get wet with, I think tears.
"Yes, please please please don't make me go back" he sobbed loudly, I rubbed his back and told him that he didn't have too.