Fix Me | Phan High School AU

Chapter Twenty-Two

A/N: YURI ON ICE IS GREAT

I'm introducing a new character next chapter, any guesses on the role they will play?

Dan's POV

The rest of the week went by swiftly without Anthony. His friends were too cowardly to do anything without him, so for the first time in quite a while Phil seemed to have a happy week at school. At least, I thought that at first. I began doubting myself as I watched his smile slowly becoming more and more forced. I had tried asking him about how he was feeling, but I never got a straight answer. The conversation was usually brushed off with a light excuse followed quickly by a change in subject. I was worried for him. I didn't know how sensitive he was to these things, what would it take to push Phil over the edge again? This uncertainty was part of the reason I couldn't bear to ask him. What if it was me who gave him the final shove before he relapsed? I couldn't risk that happening.

"Dan, pass the salt please," My mother's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, yeah," I handed her the salt shaker.

It was just my mum, Phil and I for the next few days. My dad had to go to a conference in New York for a while, something about a new program his company wanted to start up.

My gaze flickered over to Phil, who was tiredly poking at his food with his fork.

"Not hungry?"

Phil sighed, glancing up at me. "Not particularly."

"I'll save it for you, dear." Mum got out of her seat and began to search for a plastic container.

"Thanks..." Phil was unusually quiet, even for him.

I cast a worried glance at him and began picking up the dishes.

...

Phil had gone up to his room as soon as he handed me his plate, and I hadn't seen him since.

I stood outside his bedroom door, rehearsing what I'd say. Finally, I knocked.

"Yeah?" Phil's muffled voice answered through the door.

"It's Dan, can I come in?"

"Sure."

All the lights were off, and Phil was lying on top of the neatly-made bed.

I stood silently in the doorway, suddenly very apprehensive about having to talk to him.

"Did you need something?" Exhaustion laced Phil's voice as he sat up slightly.

"Are you okay?"

Phil sighed tiredly. "Dan, we've been over this."

"No, we haven't. I try to talk to you and you never give me a straight answer," I stepped further into the room, closing the door behind me.

The boy swung is legs over the side of the bed, now fully sitting up. "Okay, I'm fine. Is that what you wanted?"

"No Phil, you're not fine!" I sat next to Phil, finding his hand in the darkness. "You haven't been eating, you look like you haven't slept in days, and every time you smile it looks like it takes half your energy!"

Phil didn't respond.

"Please, just tell me wh--"

"I don't know," Phil interrupted me.

"Sorry?"

"I don't know what's wrong Dan," Phil's grip on my hand had tightened.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Well you have to have some idea."