Dan's P.O.V:
When I woke up the next morning, I couldn't help but laugh once I looked at Phil. He was lying across my bed, his head on half of my pillow. His mouth was open, he had spit hanging out of his mouth, his hair was all over his face and he wasn't wearing a shirt. Phil awoke to the sound of my laughter, looking dazed and confused. "Dan... it's too earlyyyy!" he whined, messing up his hair. "Well, you might want to fix your shirt." I laughed. Phil looked down at himself and blushed. "Oh, goddamn it." He muttered, sitting up. Then he doubled over in pain. "What's wrong?" I asked. Then I saw that he was bleeding from one of the cuts on his stomach. "Phil!" I cried, as he gasped in pain. "Hang on. I'll be right back!" I said, leaping out of bed and running to the bathroom. I grabbed the medical kit and raced back into my room. He was sitting up and it only made the bleeding worse.
"Lie back." I told him, trying not to hyperventilate at the sight of blood. I have a fear of blood okay? Anyway, I took out some wipes and bandages and wiped away the excess blood. I got Phil to sit up a bit and I wrapped the bandage around his stomach a few times. Making sure it was covering the wound, I cut the end of the bandages and stuck the end of them down with medical tape. "Thanks" Phil said, wincing again. "Still hurts huh? Hang on." I said, diving for my bedside drawer. Yes, I keep painkillers in my bedside drawer. I get migraines a lot so it's easier to keep painkillers near me. I got Phil two ibuprofen and threw him my water bottle.
He took the pills and leaned back. "Thanks." he said again, passing me my water bottle. "You're welcome. Now get up." I said. "Why?" he asked. "Because you've bled on my sheets and I'd better wash them." I said.
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Evermore- Phan
FanfictionSixteen year old Phil loves pastels. Sixteen year old Dan is a punk. Phil loves pinks and blues while Dan loves blacks and greys. When they fall in love on Skype, will they learn to accept each other?
