Eternally

-()-But its not forever. Chapter 9 p2

Phil's p.o.v.
After I texted Ashlie I realized that, that was a stupid idea. She just might make the situation worse. If I told her not to come though she might think I'm an ass. Uhg! Dating is hard! I wait for her to arrive and start to just think. Then it Dawn's on me that if Dan had one razor he'd definitely have another. Shit! I get up and go back to his room. I find him laying passed out. The pool of vomit, blood mixture has turned even more red. I scream and run up to him getting on my knees. Dan! I slap his face and don't get a response. I check his pulse and feel how weak it is. Damnit Dan! I grab my phone and dial 999. "What's your emergency?" I think my roommate just tried to commit suicide. He cut his arms and isn't responding. I checked his pulse and it's really weak. " Okay stay calm were sending someone now. What's your location?" I tell her and then hang up. I text Ashlie "just come in when you get here don't bother knocking." DONT DO THIS TO ME DAN! I start to cry realizing that I may have been part of the problem.
Ashlie's p.o.v.
I check my phone after I feel it go off again. It's Phil again. There is something definitely wrong. When I finally get there I see an ambulance in front of their apartment building. I run up to theirs as the paramedics are wheeling Dan out on a gurney. "Phil? What happened?" I can hear someone questioning him. I walk in and go to the source of the sound. "Well last night I found him passed out drunk on the hallway floor. And this morning when I went to check on him he seemed fine. He asked for some aspirin and I went to grab him some. I came back to him cutting his self. I stopped him and took the razor and he started yelling at me. I walked out and sat in my room. Then I realized that if he had one razor he'd have another. That's when I went to check on him again, and found him like that." As Phil was finishing his story I could see a tear forming in the corner of his beautiful baby blue eyes. After the lady left I went up to him and grabbed his hand. He jumped a little but said nothing as he hugged me. I could feel him shaking and knew that he was crying. Hey it's okay. It's not your fault. I try to comfort him and just let him cry. After about 10 minutes he's all cried out. I pull back and look into his bloodshot eyes. Phil? Are you okay? "No." He says blankly. "I'm not."

(A/N sorry for the feels. And the cliff hanger. I just want to say if your getting triggered here you should stop reading as it will just get worse. But if not then feel free to keep going. And please vote for me in the Wattys this year. Thank you!)