Dan
It wasn't until PJ had forced me out of Phil's bedroom that I could comprehend anything, I hadn't even noticed that I myself was completely covered in Phil's blood. The thought made me woozy as I began sinking to the hallway floor in a heap, no longer having any tears to cry. I scratched at my eyes and let my head drop. Instead I began heaving, my whole body shook as the events of the past few hours began to collect.
"Hospital," I coughed out.
"Greenway, yes. But why? What is going on?" PJ said again, "where is Phil?"
"Hospital," I repeated. It seemed to be the only word I could say.
"Okay..uh- let's get you changed." He said, picking me up once again and leading me to the shower. He tried to get me to change and get into the shower but I was completely numb. Even if I tried I knew that my body wouldn't move. PJ resorted to taking matters into his own hands, moving me around as if I were a rag doll. Soon I was cleaned and changed, sitting in the front seat of PJ's car.
"Can you try to tell me what the hell is going on now?" PJ said, his voice a bit quiet.
"Phil was sad." I whispered, my eyes glued to the floor.
"What about the- what do you mean?"
"He..." I tried my best to figure out the right words to say, "he hurt himself."
The car fell silent.
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Trigger Warning: A Phanfic
FanfictionWarning: this fix contains strong language, mentions and uses of self harm, suicide, depression and eating disorders. Behind closed doors Phil isn't the guy that we all know and love. Can Dan save him from himself?
