Dan and Phil One Shots (2)

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Phil shut the front door behind him, letting out a gentle sigh. It was good to be home. It was nice to hang out with old friends but it tired him out since he wasn't exactly the best at social interactions. "Dan?" He called out but the name just echoed around the house. Curious, Phil headed upstairs, gently pushing Dan's door open in case he had had an early night. His bed was empty and still perfectly made from when it had been done that morning. "Dan..?" He repeated, growing more concerned. The door had been unlocked so he had to be in the house somewhere.

The bathroom not even crossing his mind, he wandered into his own room. Eyes casting down to the piece of paper, he picked it up. His eyebrows were furrowed as he read the first line. A sob arose in his throat as the realisation hit him. "Dan!" He yelled, so much more frantic and afraid than before. He went straight to the bathroom, shoving the door open. His heart was pounding fast in his chest and his breathing was erratic as everything started to move in slow motion.

Dan. He was lying on the tiled floor, his eyes tightly shut and a container that was once filled with pills at his side. Phil was sobbing as he reached his fingers up to Dan's neck, frantically attempting to feel a pulse. It was faded but, surely enough, it was there. After fumbling for his phone that had a mere 5% battery, he dialled 999. "999 what's your emer-" He didn't even think before cutting the lady off, speaking faster than lightning.

"My friend. He tried to overdose and fuck he's barely breathing! Please- I need help-"

"Sir, what's the address?"

Before Phil could even process everything that was going on, a group of paramedics were rushing into the room. He backed up against the wall, barely taking the time to blink because he was so shocked and he couldn't comprehend that his friend had just attempted suicide.

It didn't make sense. He thought Dan was getting better.

It was all his fault wasn't it? If he had noticed his friend's deterioration, he could have saved his life. He could have prevented it.

-

"I need to see him!" Phil yelled but a nurse forced him to stop.

"Sir, he needs to be examined. He's in a critical condition and cannot take any visitors at this time. We will update you as soon as we can, okay? Please go sit in the waiting room." The nurse had sympathy laced in her tone but Phil barely noticed as he stormed over to the chairs.

He sobbed constantly for the entire two hours (or was it longer than that? He didn't know) he was waiting. He couldn't help but blame himself. If he had been a better friend-

"Daniel Howell?" The nurse questioned. Phil's head perked up and he nodded rapidly, following the nurse into an empty room. "I'm sorry but-"

"No." Phil interrupted. He knew what was coming but he didn't want to believe it. If she didn't say it, maybe it wouldn't be true. Yeah! Dan was sitting in the room next to them and he was completely okay.

"We did everything we could."

-

Phil barely made it home before collapsing onto his bed. He finally took his time to properly read the letter, taking in Dan's final words. He hugged his knees against his chest, an emptiness enveloping him and pulling him underwater.

"Dan, you idiot," He choked out into the air. No one was listening but Phil just hoped the other man was watching from wherever he was. "I loved you too..." His voice cracked as he let out a loud wail. "I loved you too and... and I always will."