bear // phan - book one

chapter five

may be slightly triggering

phil's pov

chris came to see the commotion.

"shit," chris ran over to bear and i.

"you drunk?" i asked him.

"no, where's pj?"

"he did this." i motioned to dan, my other arm shooting in the same direction, "i can't drive."

chris sighed, "alright, let's go. my car is in the parking lot."

we eventually made it to the car, me accidentally punching the dashboard a few times. chris didn't mind.

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we pulled into the hospital emergency room parking lot, the doctors immediately running out to us to help.

eventually, after a lot of work on dan, i was invited to his room. he looked dead.

i felt a tear slip from my eye, causing it to twitch more than it had.

"he's going to be okay," a voice said behind me. i turned around. "i'm dr. pentland," she reached her hand out to me. "you can call me louise."

i shook hands with her, "phil."

"are you dan's boy—"

"no, i'm his best friend."

she chuckled a little, and smiled kindly at me. she then moved to the other side of bear and typed a few things into the computer.

"he should be awake by tomorrow, the only thing holding him back is the alcohol." louise explained, moving closer to dan and pointing to where he hit his head, "we put eleven staples in his head, it should heal within the next month."

i nodded, "thank you, you just made me feel a whole lot better."

she flashed me a toothy grin, showing the gap between her teeth. "i was watching you in here earlier, and i told everyone else to not bother you. you can stay over night if you'd like."

"thank you."

louise smiled, turning to leave the room.

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"cause, phil, i'm so in love with you."

he isn't. he was just drunk.

just drunk. doesn't he flirt a lot though?

i don't think he does.

you're arguing with your self conscious, so yes, bear does flirt a lot.

doesn't mean he loves me.

he's in love with you.

it's the day after dan hit his head on the bar, and he's not awake yet. but hey, it's only 7:30 in the morning.

"shit, my head hurts."

i looked at dan, but he was still fast asleep.

"you have to apologize, you flop."

chris? i turned to look at the door, glaring at the boy in front of me.

"pj, what do you want?"

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dan's pov

my head is spinning, like i'm on some stupid swirly elliptical.

wait, ellipticals only go forward.

i felt a sharp pain in the side of my head, and voices in the room i was in. i couldn't make out the words.

i tried to open my eyes a little. a hospital?