Man-Eater | Dan and Phil fanfic

Chapter 6: I stole him

Dan looked at Phil lying in the hospital bed, they had changed him from his regular attire to a greenish blue gown. Phil had a needle in his vein and an oxygen mask covering his mouth and nose, giving artificial air to his weak lungs. Dan held his best friends hand while he watched Phil breathe in and out slowly. His monitor continued beeping as Phil had his eyes close making Dan unsure of his friends current state.

A nurse came in and put a hand on Dan's shoulder.

"I'm so sorry about your friend, and the fact that he was accused of doing such horrible things when he is obviously deathly Ill,"

Dan felt something when she said "deathly" was it fear, was it sadness, he wasn't sure.
The nurse sighed as she watched Phil's heart monitor.

"How long has he been this way?" She asks with sorrow in her words.

"Since yesterday, he went to bed early and ended up screaming in the middle of the night....like he had a nightmare....then in the morning he threw up,"

The nurse looked at Dan, looking as if she was going to cry for the both of them.

"I'm so scared....what if he's got this horrible disease that I didn't catch,"

Then Dan got wide eyed as he remembered what happened at the horrible house they should have never went to.

"What if Phil got sick because of that house?"

Dan shook his head as he looked at Phil who was turning a sickly white color.

"What's going on with you Phil?" He whispered gripping Phil's hand even tighter.

Dan wanted to cry but nothing seemed to come out.

"Please Phil.....tell me," Dan cried out

Then all of a sudden Phil started convulsing as if he was having a seizure. His heart
monitor starting going out of control as black goop dripped from his mouth at a rapid speed,Dan let go of his hand as they both freaked out.

"I'll go get the Doctor!" She yelled before leaving

As soon as she was going Phil stopped convulsing and laid there limp, the black goop still dripped down on his bed, staining his pearly white skin.

He had flat lined

That's when the whole world stopped, like life has completely given up....as soon as Phil...died. Dan couldn't believe it, Phil couldn't be....dead. He collapsed in a chair as he grabbed ahold of his friends hand again....he was cold. Dan started to weep for he didn't care about looking strong anymore. He had lost his brother.

Out of no where Phil bolted up right and grabbed Dan's wrist tight not wanting to let go. Dan looked up at him scared out of his mind.

"Phil...?" He asked unsure of what else to say, Dan was beyond shell shocked.

Phil didn't saying anything, he just stared at Dan with black eyes.

"Your...you're supposed to be....dead,"

Phil gripped Dan's wrist harder, he gave a wicked smile.

"Whose....Phil?" Phil asked

Dan winced in pain and again looked into Phil's eyes...nothing....absolutely nothing but darkness. That's when everything clicked.

"You're...not Phil....you must have been the one to kill those three people!?" Dan yelled in question

Phil smiled. "You're correct, but you better watch your tone with me or you may be next,"

Dan shook his head as he grabbed Phil's neck line and held on to it tight, Phil let go of Dan's wrist.

"Let my friend go or else!"

Phil laughed manically, that's when the nurse came in with her hands covering her face.

"Time of death 3:25 p.m," she muttered to herself.

Dan looked down to see Phil lying back in bed as if he never sat up at all, he looked down at his wrists to see he was bleeding a bit.

"No that's not possible, he was alive I swear!" He yelled

The nurse shook her head, "I'm sorry for your loss sir, I let you say your goodbyes,"

Then she left the room once more, Dan sat back down and sighed.

"You little shit...." he muttered to him self. "I'll get you and when I do, I won't be kind, for no one treats my friend like their slave and gets away with it!" He yelled

Dan looked and saw that the black goop was still falling from Phil's mouth. Dan decided to act fast, he grabbed a container and tongue depressor and gently scrapped some off his friends face. Dan hoped that maybe someone would know what this stuff was and if there was a cure.

"Phil....I'm sorry.... I think that house is to blame...something happened in that house which caused this right....right," Dan said out loud knowing Phil wasn't actually dead, he was pretending.

"Phil....if you can hear me...the real you... I know what you did, you were trying to fight off the demon inside you, that's why you threw up this black stuff... to get it out of your system,"

Dan looked down at Phil and started to get angry.

"As for you, you stupid ass demon, you've messed with the wrong guy, I'm going to make sure Phil comes back to me...no matter what!"

Dan then stood up, still holding the container tightly, That's when Dan had a crazy idea.

"All right Phil, I really don't want them cremating you or burying you,"

He said this as he unhooked Phil, put the container in his pocket and lifted him off his bed.

"So I've got to sneak you out of here,"

Dan walked out of the room with Phil on his shoulder, the whole time someone was watching him. He got through the whole hospital with no problem, thank god he didn't see the nurse from before. When they got home Dan laid Phil's lifeless corpse on his bed and sighed deeply.

"Well I never thought I see the day where'd I steal the lifeless, well "lifeless" corpse of my friend from the hospital."