Broken//Phan

Ch. 25

Just a fluffy chapter because I'm in a fluffy mood as I've been looking at phan stuff all day (as like 3 of you would have seen on my sc whoops)
[Dan POV]

I wrap my frail arms around the charcoal haired boy, attempting to pull him onto the stiff hospital bed.

I wince as soon as he's on the bed next to me, pain surging through my lower stomach. I try blink back tears from the pain and the memory of my own father doing something as torturous as what he did to his own son. But then again, he abused me non stop since the age of seven. That's now nearly eight years. Eight fucking years. I feel a soft hand grazing my tear stained cheek, followed by a sad, worried voice.

"Dan I'm so sorry I didn't mean to I-"

"You did nothing wrong, Phil. Why are you apologizing?"

"I-I obviously hurt you, mentally and physically. It's my fault. Everything's my fault. I-" I pull my face to the crook of the boy's neck, pulling him very close to me. The action causes Phil to accidentally knock my wounds, causing extreme pain, but I couldn't give a shit. Phil was in my arms and that's all I need.

"You did nothing. It was my cockhead dad who caused all the pain to me. You made me smile for the first time in years. You even came when my mum... My... Mum..." I feel a small droplet roll down my cheek, falling onto Phil's neck.

I feel a strong arm inbetween the hard mattress and my waist, the slender fingers drawing patterns onto my back. Another hand trails up my bicep, tugging at my dark hair when it reaches it. A soft pair of lips press onto my temple affectionately, a storm of butterflies and moths to erupt in my stomach.

I grab fistfuls of Phil's blue and green plaid shirt in my small hands, digging my face deeper into his neck. Our legs tangle and I couldn't be any more content at this moment.

Now only ragged breaths escaping my mouth, I feel Phil slowly move his hand move down my arm, resting on my waist. I feel his hand inch closer and closer to the large wound on my stomach.

"Can I... Can I look at the injury?"

"I- uh- s-sure." Feeling self-concious, I help Phil lift up my black shirt. I hear a gasp of horror.

Oh god! He realised how fat I am, didn't he?

"Dan, which little fuck did this to you!?" Phil yells as I release my grip on him, hugging myself, making sure my black sleeves cover my arms fully.

"I'm sorry I eat too much," I mumble, mainly to myself.

"I meant who hurt you. And I got what you mean. You're not fat, Dan." Phil places his soft hand on my cheek, the pad of his thumb stroking my cheekbone. He places a small kiss on my forehead, resting his own forehead on the same spot. I lean into his touch, all my problems melting away.

How can one soul be so perfect?

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HEY YA'LL I'M BACK

I've been looking at Phan stuff all day and iM nOt OkAy

But it helped me forget about my problems

And responsibilities

Also shoutout to Charlizard-02 and honestlydun for helping me with my anxiety, even if it was unintentional

Still helped

Anyway bye ya'll