Phan One Shots

Fading

TW: Major character death + sadness

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Dan's POV

My hands grasp at the gaping wound on my stomach, blood is beginning to saturate my shirt and no one is around to help, so I grip onto my phone and press my speed dial. The phone rings a couple times before he picks up, his sweet voice already calming my nerves, "Hey, Dan!" He says in his usual cheerful tone and I realise I don't want his last memory of me to be me suffering.

"Hi, Phil. I might be late home," I forcefully smile, even though he can't see me, in the hopes my tone will come across as fine.

I hear a sigh, "Why not? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good." Clattering comes form the other end and I laugh, "What you cooking for dinner?"

"Uhm, maybe stir fry. Will you be home for dinner?" he asks hopefully.

I glance down at my wound, tears pricking at my eyes at the realisation that I won't ever have dinner with Phil again. "No. Sorry, Phil. You eat though, okay? And breakfast and every meal after that. Promise?"

He chuckles, "Of course. I'm not going to starve and you'll be there to make sure I eat, silly."

I laugh and splutter, noticing fresh specks of blood on my hand. I push down harder on my wound, hoping for a couple more minutes to talk to my boyfriend.

"Are you sure you're okay, Dan?" his tone is lined with concern and it takes all I have to not tell him that I'm slowly fading away and that even if he did phone an ambulance they wouldn't reach me in time.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine, Phil. Look, you know I love you, don't you?"

"Yeah, I love you too, you nerd," he sighs. "What have you done?"

My eyes widen, "I haven't done anything!" I wince at the pain in my stomach and it takes all of my energy to not break down completely.

"Well you usually go soppy when you've done something-"

"I just feel I don't say it enough and I just want you to know that you have been the best thing to happen to me in my life, Phil. I am honestly so glad that I found you and that you actually took me in and loved me for me. I just-" tears brim in my eyes, as a lump forms in my throat and I choke, "I love you so much."

His tone fills with worry, "Dan? What's going on? You're scaring me." I can almost hear the tears in his voice.

"Everything's okay, Phil," I splutter again- more blood. I sigh heavily, "I've got to go now, okay?"

"Okay, I'll see you later," he says slightly confused and who could blame him. I hate lying to him, but he can't know. Not yet.

I cough, choking back the sobs, "I love you, Phil!"

"I love you too, Dan," he giggles, quietly.

With that I hang up and rest my head on the damp concrete floor. His laughter, smile and the glisten of his eyes are the last thing I see before my eyes clamp shut and I grip tighter onto the phone, as I feel myself slipping away. The last thing that I will ever hear is the laugh of my beautiful boyfriend and that's all I need.