Broken//Phan

Ch. 22

[Pj POV]

I take slow and cautious steps towards Dan, not sure how fond of me he was anymore.

"Hey," I smile at the young boy, only receiving a lopsided smile back. But hey, it's an improvement. Dan would normally panic and attempt to run away.

Dan's eyes flutter shut, falling into a deep sleep once again. I gaze at his small figure, noticing scars and bruises covering his skinny arms. Regret flows through me, hating myself for even being a part of this.

So many thoughts rack through my brain, not being able to comprehend most of them, although one sticks out vibrantly.

Should I call Phil?

I glance around the room, when a small black object on his side table catches my attention, Dan's phone. I walk over to it hesitantly, turning it on. I soon realise that he has no password, which is odd.

I scroll through his contacts, which there aren't many at all. Dan hasn't always liked socializing, and he seems fine with just that.

I quickly read through his contacts, trying to find Phil's number. Mum ❤ is one of the first contacts that capture my attention.

Oh yeah, I wonder how you are Julia. It's been a while.

I find the contact with the name Philly, not taking any longer than thirty seconds. I press the green button with the tip of my thumb hesitantly, pressing the object to my ear.

Ring...

Ring...

Ri-

"Oh my god!? Dan!? Are you okay!? I've been so worried!"

"Not quite, I'm not Dan,"

"Wait, Pj? What are you doing on Dan's phone this time? Trying to be an ass to me and Dan again?"

"Well no, I called to let you know that he's in hospital as of right now." Silence is my only response. I quickly check if he's hung up, which the device says the call is still going.

"Well how can I trust you?" Phil's voice sounded scared as worry weaves through it.

"Do you need proof? Is that what you're saying?"

"Well no, but it'd be nice to see you prove your point,"

"Okay well, um... Oh!" I quickly make my way over to the small girl who just walked through the door. "Doctor Murray, right?"

"That's me. What's up?"

"Well this is St Thomas Hospital isn't it? And that's Dan in this bed?"

"Uhm, I explained this to you just minutes ago?"

"Okay, I'm on the phone with Dan's friend and he doesn't believe Dan's in hospital."

"Okay, put him on speaker." I click the small button, hearing heavy, shaky breaths, almost as if Phil was trying to hold back emotions.

"Hello, Mr?"

"P-Phil. Phil Lester."

"Ah, Phil. So yes, Pj here is telling the truth and Daniel Howell is infact in hospital at St Thomas."

"Pj, how do I know this isn't just one of your friends and you're pulling some shitty prank on me? I know what an ass you are, Ligouri." I hear a soft groan to my left, seeing a pair of bright brown eyes staring at me.

"Pj? What are you doing here?" The young boy's brown eyes travel around the room. "Speaking of, where am I?"

"You're in St Thomas Hospital, Dan."

"Oh," He mumbles, gazing at his cuts on his body, pain written on his face.

"Okay fine. I'm coming, and if you guys aren't there, I won't hesitate to beat you the fuck up, yeah?"

"Got it. See you soon." I hear the line go flat, indicating that Phil hung up.

"Geez, he was a bit violent." I hear the light voice speak again.

"Yeah, he seems innocent, but when you piss him off, shit goes down." Josie tucks her black locks behind her ear, looking up at me with her bright green eyes.

"Actually same. Except I don't seem innocent," She mumbles to herself, still loud enough to understand.

"That's not what I thought when I met you. Fuck was I wrong." I snap my head towards the door, seeing an average sized girl, smiling lopsided at Josie.

"Ebony, fuck off. Kidding, love you!"

"Sure hunny. Anyway I came in to ask, why am I doctor when I get injured as much as I do?"

"That's a good point."

"Anyway, gotta MCR."

"OI! That was uncalled for! Especially today! That makes me emotional!" An echoed laugh fills the room, as the so called 'Ebony' was already down the corridor.

"Anyway, everything with Dan seems okay, just be careful, okay Dan?"

"Mhm" Dan hums in response as the short woman walks out. I look over at Dan, eyes brimmed with tears. I could imagine he'd be in so much pain right now, all mentally, emotionally and physically.

"2007, 2008, ah! 2009! There you go sir!" A familiar bright voiced echos, the brunette flashing a smile at me before walking off again.

A tall, lanky, slumped over figure in bright clothes, raven hair covering their face.

Phil actually came.

I look over at Dan who is looking at me in shock, not the happy shock though.

"What's he doing here!?"

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