sixty-five

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dan's pov
its feels like its been hours since i talked to that nurse... where the fuck is he??
i get up and pace around the room.
what the hell is happening in there?
is phil okay?
i sigh out loud as i run my hands through my messy hair that i haven't washed in-oh god- has it been a week?
i sit back down.
i probably smell like shit, and i know i look like it.
i don't care.
i don't.
i need to know that phil is okay.
i'll deal with myself later.
i don't care about me, i care about phil. i need to know that he's okay.
a/n: do any of you have any music recommendations?

truth or dare // phan auWhere stories live. Discover now