Your POV
I sat in a uncomfortable chair and sighed they hadn't discharged me because I was "unstable" and now I had to take therapy sessions every other day. Dan had come to visit a lot I hadn't heard from Phil though and I didn't DARE as Dan about that situation.
"Can I leave now?" I asked bored.
"Sure if you wish, nurse please escort Miss L/N to her room,"
I got escorted to my room by some lady and to my surprise Phil was sitting down tapping his foot impatiently. I guess I stood and stared for awhile because Phil looked at me and asked,
"Is there something on my face?"
"Uh no,"
"Then don't stare don't you have a boyfriend after all?"
Salty.
"Phil don't do this not here," I sat on the edge of my bed and buried my hands in my face.
"What you did was selfish Y/N,"
"What I did was selfish?! Oh really?" I looked up and stared at Phil.
"Yes! Dan was worried sick!" Phil raised his voice and stood up.
"If you came here to argue Phil I'm not in the mood get out," I pointed towards the door.
"I didn't come here to argue, I came here to warn you," Phil rolled his eyes. "Mike is coming for you and he's not gonna let anyone get in his way, "
"How do you know this?"
"When your best friend gets beat up walking home from the hospital with a note stuffed in his pocket signed "Mike" you kinda believe it,"
That's why he hadn't come in a few days,
"Is he okay?"
"He's fine but your not gonna be,"
"Oh?"
"I apologize in advance,"
Wha-,"
Darkness.
