Will You Hold My Heart? - Phan

Chapter 5

Dan

I quickly walked Phil to the bathroom and sat him down on a bench. I took out my emergency kit from the bottom of my backpack.

Phil looked at the object that I had taken out of my bag. He stared at it curiously and asked, "What's that?"

"N-nothing," I stammered. He craned his neck and saw the embarrassing words "Emergency Supplies" written on the side of it.

"You carry around a emergency kit in your backpack?" he blurted out.

My face began to go red as I looked away from Phil as he giggled. "Um... Y-yeah..."

I almost felt him smile from behind me.

Will he judge me for bringing this around? 

Does he think it's weird to carry it in my backpack at all times? 

"But Phil, what if someone gets hurt and no one has anything to make it stop bleeding? What if a person gets an asthma attack, but they don't have an inhaler?" I stopped to breathe and then continued. "What if someone sprained their ankle and they need an ice pack?"

"You're lame," he joked.

I sighed and shook my head.

I guess I'm just a worrywart.

I take out an alcohol swab to clean up the wound on Phil's neck. I walk over to where he is sitting and look at the bleeding fingernail marks on the back of his neck.

There were five of them. Four on the right side of his neck and 1 on the left side. The marks were very deep and crescent shaped. 

Five disgusting marks that Marcus left behind.

They were all oozing with his blood and extremely painful to look at. The blood had stained the neck of his sweater as well as part of his hands.

I unknowingly reached up and touched the marks gently. He winced in pain.

"Does it really hurt?" I asked. I looked straight at his face and I got my answer. I gave him a tiny smile of reassurance.

Phil blushed deeply. He nodded his head and whimpered. "Yeah. He dug his nails pretty deep into my neck."

I gave him a pitiful look and glanced down at the alcohol swab that I was holding.

"This is gonna sting a bit, okay?" I said.

"Dan, do you really have to do that?" He looked up and gave me puppy eyes.

"I mean, unless you want a giant infected spot on your neck, yes."

Phil slumped on the bench. He sighed and grimaced. "O-okay then," he reluctantly agreed.

I slowly reached towards his neck and hesitated before softly pressing the swab onto the gashes. 

Phil flinched and let out a small yelp as it made contact with his neck.

He squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth together. He kept his whole body tensed as I continued to clean the wound.

I saw a fat tear slip from Phil's face and drop onto his jeans, leaving a damp spot behind.

My heart melted.

Phil reached up and wiped his eyes on the sleeves of his sweater.

"Shh-shh," I coaxed. "I'm almost done."

He sniffled and nodded.

Once I finished up, I bandaged up his now clean neck, which was in better shape than the previous minutes.

I stepped back to admire my work, which also allowed Phil to see himself in the mirror. His eyes got wide as he gently touched the bandage. He looked at me gave a small grin.

"T-thank you so much, Dan!"

"No problem."

He looked away at the bathroom wall and said, "I mean, you really didn't have to do this."

I looked at him and laughed. "Well I wanted to, and I did. You're alright and that's all that matters." 

I swear I saw him duck his head to hide his blush.

The bell rang.

"We better go now, Phil," I told him. "You don't want to be late to your for your first class, now do you?"

He nodded and got up from the bench, grinning.

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