Phan // Doctor's Appointments

Appointment Twelve (I)

They sat on the couch, still somewhat damp from their shower, with the television flickering in an array of colours before their eyes. Dan's small frame was tucked neatly into Phil's side and his head rested on the doctor's shoulder. They remained in a comfortable silence, the only noise coming in a constant hum from the television. Although it was barely past midday, no plans were made to do anything more than cuddle as tv shows started and ended, interrupted only by adverts, in a constant stream of different plots and characters. 

The two men were unmoving, the only indication that they weren't anything more than statues was their rising and falling chests, and the occasional twist of Phil's head to plant a kiss against Dan's brown curls. For two hours, they'd stayed wrapped in each other's arms, but their peaceful afternoon was abruptly interrupted by an insistent knocking at the front door. The thumping noise of a fist against the hard, wooden frame resonated throughout the flat. The echoes emphasised the insistence and impatience with which the guest knocked, and soon Dan was forced from Phil's comforting embrace as the doctor began to rise. 

"Hello?" Dan could hear from his now less comfortable seat on the sofa. 
"Where's Dan?" The voice shot back with poisonous malice. Dan recognised that voice. It was a voice he once sought comfort in, a voice he once trusted whole-heartedly. But, as the memories came flooding back to the foremost of his mind, he found that his vision was blurred by a gathering of tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks. Because it was Cat. She wanted Dan. But the toxicity of her voice proved that her intentions were far from kind.

The next few sentences were mumbled, incomprehensible to Dan who sat too far away, but this was soon replaced by heavy footfalls that were approaching the living room. 
"Where the fuck are you?" Dan heard, significantly clearer than any of the muffled conversation from before. The words felt like wounds in Dan's heart, and he winced with the pain of their destroyed friendship. 
"Dan, you gay piece of shit, can you speak?" Cat was standing in the doorway now, eyes blazing and fists clenched, "Or are you so fucking in love that it's taken your breath away, and you can't even form fucking words?" 

Cat's tone was patronising, mocking the young Dan who was curled up on the couch. He tried desperately to make himself as small as possible, thinking that the wounds of Cat's words would have less of an effect on him if he could just shrink into nothingness. 
"Get out of my house," Phil had approached Cat from behind, his words were clipped short and pulled taut in anger. 

"I said, get out!" he repeated, his voice rising in volume. 

Dan watched the scene in front of him play out with his heart in his throat and tears spilling from his eyes. It took him a while, but his voice soon returned, and he managed to choke out words.
"Cat, please just leave," he pleaded, eyes wide and begging to be left alone, but Cat had no such intention, as she advanced towards the couch quickly, fists raised and sweeping down towards Dan. 

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how the heck did i used to have time to do like triple updates and crap ????