Broken//Phan

Ch. 29

[Phil POV]

I hear the small boy's breath even as I hear soft snores escaping his soft pink lips. I hear the creak from the old door as I run my fingers down his tear stained cheek. I look up to see Ebony with a hopeful look on her face.

"Is he asleep?"

"Uh yeah, why?"

"Uh just need to speak with you momentarily. Do you mind coming outside anyway?"

"Sure. I'll be out in a moment."

"Okay," I hear the short girl close the door as I carefully unwrap Dan's arms from my torso, trying not to wake him. I hear him groan as he stirs in his sleep.

"Shh. Don't worry I'm just going to talk to the doctor. I'm just outside the door, I'll be right back honey." I whisper as I press a kiss to his soft cheek before going out to talk to Ebony.

"You wanted to talk to me?"

"Yeah, you and Dan seem pretty close, would I be correct?"

"Yeah I guess, why? He's not going to die is he!?" I ask frantically, my mind whirring as I try comprehend what I'd do if I knew Dan was dying, or worse, dead. Completely lifeless. Non-exis-

"Oh god no! He's recovering really well!" She exclaims, snapping me out of my thoughts. I let out a sigh of relief. "Anyway, it may not sound too important, but judging on where and how deep he's been stabbed other than the other cuts over his body, every movement will hurt a shit ton, that being the technical term." We chuckle at her joke. "But yeah, it's going to be agonizingly painful to move, so early in the recovery I would like you to help him move around, even if it's to get food from the cafeteria. Even after we dismiss him, help him." She smiles at me as I nod, despite the tears pricking the corners of my eyes.

"I-I would, I r-really would..." I choke out, trailing off as a tear rolls down my skin.

"Phil? What's wrong honey?" I just cover my face with the sleeves of my yellow Jake the Dog hoodie, sliding down the wall next to the door.

"Phil," I feel a small hand on my broad shoulder. "Just tell me, what happened?" I pull my knees to my chest, resting my head on them.

"Fucking p-police. F-fuck the g-government." I manage to stutter.

"Okay. What did that policeman say to you boys?"

"D-Dan's dad got arrested a-and his m-mum..."

"Howell? His last name is Howell isn't it?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Martha? Martha Howell?"

"I guess. Th-that was the day I met D-Dan so,"

"Oh, I think I know what happened. It's tragic when people die 'cause some cockheads can't drive!"

"S-so yeah, the police- or government I guess- have relocated Dan to fucking Manchester when there are plenty if orphanges here in London!" I start sobbing as I feel a pair of small arms around my figure.

"Oh Phil, I'm so sorry,"

"It's- It's not fucking fair!!" I scream, sobbing even louder.

"Shit what happened?" I hear another familiar voice echo in the hallway.

"Don't worry, I'll talk to you later Jo,"

"Gee, thanks. Well our shift's over anyway."

"Okay, I'll be back at the apartment when I can."

"But-"

"Jo I'll walk. You just get yourself home"

"Okay, see you soon," I hear the short woman sigh.

"Now Phil, you'll be fine, okay? I know you and Dan will stay strong. You two have an amazing bond, especially since you only met like, two weeks ago."

"O-okay. Thanks."

"But honestly, it took me like six or seven months to talk to Josie because something told me I shouldn't trust her. She was going to ruin my life. Which is about true but oh well." I hear her laugh, which I couldn't help but chuckle. "But I can tell you guys are going to have a long and strong bond."

"Thanks." I smile at her. "I shall attend to the angel then," I say, blushing at the words I said, watching Ebony's sympathetic smile turn into a cheeky smirk.

You two are so in love holy shit." She laughs mischievously.

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Happy easter motherfuckers

Also all day I've had Dan's voice stuck in my head saying "rise and shine motherfucker. It's a brand new day. Are you going to stay in bed like a whoos? (How tf do you spell that??) Are you just going to lay there like a WHOOS!?"

Ugh