The colour grey // phan

Hospital for souls

Dans hair was rough and tangled when he awoke from his nap. He was in the hospital, beside the lilac haired boy named Frankie. He groaned as he sat himself up.
"Morning sleepy" Frankish said shyly, obviously trying to push the humour and make the situation that they were both in just a little bit lighter.
"Morning" dan smiled, half laughing. 
Dans phone went off, ting.

Phil: hey dan, everything okay? I'll be visiting later.
Dan: phil babe yeah I'm alright I just miss you and I'm in pain.
Phil: stay strong dan, are they doing chemo today?
Dan: not today, tomorrow I think.
Phil: okay, I heard you have a roommate?
Dan: yeah, his names frankie. He's nice. He has the same cancer as me.
Phil: that's good, well not good but at least you're going through the same thing together.
Dan: yeah
Phil: well I'm gonna go off into town and get you a little something bub, I'll talk later, love you.
Dan: okay I love you too.

Dan sank under the covers. He wanted to be with Phil, be shopping with him, grabbing some unhealthy fast food. For gods sake he just wanted to be normal, have a normal life. Dan thought of something ask Phil. He picked up his iPhone and quickly texted Phil.

Dan: Phil bub, could you get frankie some maltesers? I remember him telling me that he loves them but there aren't any in the canteen.
Phil: of course 💕
Dan: see you soon babe

"Frankie?" Dan grabbed his attention, obviously about to ask a question, judging by the tone in his voice.
"Yeah?" He replied.
"Do you feel the pain?" Dan asked, his voice cracked a little bit.
"Every bit of it, why" Frankie looked at dan.
""Do you think it'll go away when we are dying?" Dan said. Both the boys had been given the same amount of months (estimate) to live.

7 months.