Heyyyyyyy! Sorry about the cliffhanger before... I just felt like being a shit human being for a day :)
Phil walked in to see a tired looking dan lying in his hospital gown on his designated bed. He quickly walked past the other patients and sat in a chair next to Dan's bed. Phil teared up when he traced his eyes over Dan's frail body. His eyes were hollow looking, his lip was cut, his cheek was bruised with several paper-thin cuts surrounding it. Phil grabbed Dan's fragile hand as the tanned boy awoke from his dream state. Dan blinked a few times, looking at Phil questioningly (idek if that's a word...?). Dan rubbed his eyes, wincing when he hit a bruise.
"What happened to me? Why are you here? Where am I?" He asked Phil.
"Chris beat you up at school and you passed out so you got brought here. I'm here because no one else was and I care, and your at the Manchester hospital. How are you feeling?" Phil responded.
Dan's eyes clouded with thoughts and emotions as he stared at Phil, his mind lost in thoughts.
"Umm, I feel okay, I- I guess? When can I leave?" Dan asked.
"I'm not sure. The doctor still has to put a cast on your arm so- I don't know maybe you should press that nurse button thingy and ask her?" Dan nodded his head as he picked up the remote that lay next to his hand in case of emergencies. He pressed the large red button in the middle and in less than a minute a young looking nurse rushed in.
"What's the matter, Mr. Howell?" She asked.
"Nothing, I just wanted to know when I would be leaving here?" He expectantly looked at the young woman. Phil noticed her shoulders relax when she realised Dan was okay.
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Phil visited dan every day he was in the hospital. They would watch tv together, Phil would bring his old DS and they would play Pokemon together
