"We're not going up there anytime soon."
Phil was panting from jumping down the ladder (ep*). Dan just watched Phil from the floor, unable to speak his mind and ask what Phil was going on about.
"The... the fox is up there above us."
Dans face immediately went to panic mode. He started to sputter out blood and saliva. Dan began to shake violently and gurgle. Phil ran to Dan and collapsed to the floor, grabbing Dan's chest and holding him up. Dan continues to sputter and cough, not as hard but still roughly, as Phil holds him in his arms. Eventually his blood stopped spitting up and his breath evened out enough for Phil lay Dan's head on his lap.
Phil watched as his best friend lay half dead on top of him. The entire room was full of blood, Dan's blood at that, but that no longer phased him. From Dans curls to his black jeans, he was caked with matte crimson blood. Phil noticed he was covered in Dans blood as well. There were splats and droplets all over his shirt and neck.
Phil knew Dan was dying, he knew that he could not properly sew up Dans wounds like a paramedic could.
He knew that if Dan died he wouldn't be able to get through the next three nights.
"We are safe here, you're safe. Don't speak, just focus on breathing. You're safe with me." Phil muttered to the half- awake, half-dead boy resting. He put his fingers in Dans curls, both trying to pick away the dried blood and to calm himself. It wasn't as therapeutic as he thought it would be because the more he looked down at his friend, the more he broke inside. The more he wanted to be back at their flat. The more he realized that he shouldn't have made fun of Dan being scared in the beginning of all of this and that he shouldn't have blown off Dans look of pain and almost betrayal as Phil turned away from him. The longer Phil looked at Dan, the more his everlasting smile and love for everyone faded like the warmth of his own falling tears.
He couldn't look at Dan any longer, he needed to walk away from what had happened, get himself out of there. His own thoughts made him sick, not of Dan, but of his new nature.
"No! Get us out of here, how could I even think to leave..." Phil yelled at himself and lifted Dan off his lap, careful not to disturb his slumber, and walked to scout out the area up above them. He was exhausted enough from being in this house, even more so because of the pain and trauma his flatmate had been through; climbing up that ladder and pushing the cover open drew any last strength he had, mental or physical.
"For Dan... I will get us out... for Dan." He swore it to himself, finding that gave him peace and clarity. Phil needed some clarity, his mind was racing faster than a NASCAR.
The fox left, Phil concluded. He went to another room or just plain left the building. He took the time to search the home for supplies the two might need.
"Plasters, medicine, food, he needs new clothes... I need a bag!"
Upstairs in front of Dans door, Phil paused from the thought of Dan ever walking back up here. He probably couldn't even if he wanted, wouldn't at that. Phil went inside and rummaged through Dans closet. He looked for the baggiest pair of jeans he could find and a shirt that wouldn't cling to Dan. He also grabbed an old gym bag to stuff all of the materials in and heads to the restroom. Phil opens the vanity mirror and pulls out various creams and pills, putting those in the bag. He also grabs multiple rags and bottled water.
Phil makes his way back the downstairs and down the ladder to Dan. The smell made him gag and turned ned the other direction for a moment. Without a level head, he returned to his best friend and knelt down to him. Phil's weary eyes didn't leave Dan's face as he pulled out a rag and water, and began to wipe away the blood from the younger kids boys face and neck. He smiled when he could finally make out Dan's face again. After Phil changed Dan's clothes, and attempted, to further dress his wounds, he resat Dan beside him.
Thoughts of old videos they recorded went through Phil's mind. "Love Eyes Lester" And "Heart Eyes Howell." Phil made light of the accusations normally, but tonight he wondered if it could be true. He had seen the videos, he is had watched he moments over again when he was sad. He often remembered their first video and when they met each other, he had felt a connection between them. Dan had felt it too, he said. They were both young, Dan younger by many years, they were too young. That was their reasoning for not going public at the time. They dated for two months, perfectly happy with each other until the ship started. Phan, they were called. Dan was too young, he collapsed under the pressure leaving Phil heartbroken and himself to a void.
Phil was there through it all. In the hospital that night Dan went crazy. He broke down and told Phil about the fire, how his brothers screams haunted him at night and that he couldn't keep seeing Phil everyday and be reminded of what once was.
That was years ago...
Dan slowly got better, his clothes became brighter, he came a little more out of his shell each day. They remained living together, as friends, and got closer to each other. Phil doesn't know how Dan feels about him, he just knows it would be hell to lose Dan. With tears in his eyes, his "Love Eyes," Phil kissed Dan on the forehead and allowed himself to be succumbed into the darkness. They both slept peacefully for a few hours.
August 26, 2017
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Five Nights At Howell's
Fanfiction- "Am I real, Phil?" Dan spoke quietly. Phil was not expecting him to speak, he was not ready for the question in his head to be said aloud. "I hope not."- YouTube sensation, Dan and Phil, have been whisked away from their homey flat and brought to...
