Watched // Phan (HIATUS)

Chapter 18

Phil's pov:
My heart is in my throat when I see the blood dripping from the palm of his hand. Dans eyes are staring into me, not blinking. "I. Didn't. Mean. It. Phil." The boy stutters. I am still unable to move. He drops the knife into the sink, letting more blood fall from the wound. Once I've found my bairings I run over to the boy. "Dan, what happened?!" I ask concerned. "I was making some toast, went to get a knife for spreading butter and I held the wrong side" he tells me. I get a towel and Cover the rip in his flesh, trying to help stop the bleeding. "Okay, you're going to have to come with me so I can get the first aid box" I say. He nods his head while trying to take a step. Nope. With Milliseconds Dan was on the ground in pain. "Dan!" I softly yell as the boy disappears or of my sight. "Aah, i- I don't think I can walk that far" He says in defeat. I frown down at him. "Right stay here. Keep pressure on the cut while I go get the kit." I give him the towel, running out of the kitchen as I do so.
I find the first aid in a cupboard in my bathroom. I enter back into the room, where I see Dan in the same place he was when I left. I crouch down, opening up the supplies needed. Dan listens carefully as I talk him through all the things I'm doing. His eyes squeezing tightly shut when I add the cleansing sprays. I finish tying the bandage in a tiny knot.
"There, all better silly" I say while kissing the top of his head. I hear Dan giggle quietly while I'm putting away the things. "I'm such a fucking idiot" I hear Dan mumble from behind me. My heart cracks open hearing the pain in his voice. And after such an amazing day yesterday, I don't want to watch him fall backwards. "Hey. Don't say that, it's just an accident, right?" I ask. Dans head lifts when he hears my voice. "Yeah..." "And it is just a cut that will heal in a bit." I add, Dan wraps his arms around me as he collapsed into a hug. "Phil, I'm sorry" He apologizes, hiding his face into my chest. I rub his back gently to calm him. "Dan, I think we should go to A&E" I announce, making Dan bounce back up. "A&E? I- I think I should be alright" Dan says while breaking into a nervous sweat. "I'm just saying, I think that it would be better to get it professionally looked at, her proper stitches. And maybe a tetanus jag." Dan's eyes widen to my response. "But, they're for infections?!" He says sounding scared. I shake my head. "No babe, they're for preventing them". I bring my hand up to push back the hair that has fawned on Dans face. He snuggles his head into my hand. "*sigh* Okay, but we can't go in our underwear" He points out the obvious. I Giggle to his humour. "Why not? Oh fine then, I'll go pick out our clothes. And do the opposite of last night". I pause, leaving time for Dan to question it in his mind. "I'll be putting your clothes on you" I wink as Dan face palms with his good hand. I laugh to myself while entering our room to find out outfits for the day.

Dans pov:
We're waiting in A&E for a doctor, it always takes ages, but at least it's free. My leg starts bouncing up and down from the nerves that have built up inside me. I tense to the sudden touch of Phil's hand on top of mines. I look up to his bright blue eyes. "It's going to be okay, promise" He repeats for the third time. I take a deep breath once Phil squeezes my hand for a brief moment.
"Mr Howell" A female voice Calls, breaking me out of my trance. Phil and I stand up at the same time, he grabs my hand while walking into the room with me.
"So, what's the problem?" The Doctor asks me while typing who knows what into the computer. I motion towards the bandage since words don't seem to be making there way out of my voice box. "Oh I see, May I..." she holds out her hands to examine the cut. I hold out my arm weakly. "How did this happen?" I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. I slouch back, disappointed in myself. "He grabbed the wrong end of a knife while making toast" Phil answers for me. I try to hide my smile when Phil's hand re-grabs mine for support. "Okay, now I'm going to have to give you, I'd say about 25 stitches. And a tetanus shot, are you okay with that or are you allergic to any?" She asks. I smile, "Nope, that sounds good". She grins down at her paperwork. "I'm going to go get the supplies then" the doctor tells us before exiting the room. I look over at Phil, who has the cheesiest smile on his face. "Now was that so difficult?" He boasts, I giggle, placing a short kiss on his cheek. "Yes, yes it was" I joke.

It's later now, me and Phil are sitting watching the news to check the weather for tomorrow, when something catches my eye. "Breaking news: A 14 year old English school boy that committed suicide finally has a grave thanks to the local community". My head picks itself up as I go sit closer to the TV. "Adrian Howell and his brother Dan got abused by there father and step mum after there own mother passed away unexpectedly by an aneurism. (a bleeding in the brain). David Howell and Sammy grey are now in jail for causing a kid to lose his life. There response is "I don't effing care". Once Dan left the town, the community decided to raise up enough money for the most luxurious grave you can get. 1 week ago they raised up the right amount of money to buy it, and yesterday the memorial was put up in the the middle of town to remember the child". I stare at the news, the picture of a memorial showing up after it. I sit on my knees and listen to the rest of the bit. Some interviewers said that it was "such an unexpected tragedy that none saw coming", others asked me to come back to town. Then a video of David and Sammy walking into there cells popped up. Sammy looked straight into the camera lens and said "It's not over yet Danny!" She chuckles evilly while going off shot. I bounce back in place as chills start crawling all around inside me. I feel a presence sit next to me, wrapping there arm around me. "She- she said it wasn't over. How could it not be over?" I ask, resting my head on the figures shoulder, letting tears fail from my bloodshot eyes. "I don't know honey, but I can promise you that they won't be anywhere near you as long as I'm here" Phil says to calm me. That's true, I have Phil by my side, and my viewers, I feel like I can concur the world with them. I feel safe with Phil. I don't feel anxious or worried when he is around. And I know "Boys don't cry" But one of us had to be the less dominant person, and I think it's pretty obvious who it is. "I love you lion" I press I kiss against his warm flushed cheek. "I love you more bear".

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Wayhay! Another chapter up and away. I'm on holiday right now but I'm trying to write as much as I possibly can. Please tell me if your enjoying it so far, it will make my day :D