Trigger Warning: A Phanfic

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Dan
It had been a few hours since the doctors at the hospital had signed off on Phil's release. I was given very strict instructions with medications, schedules for appointments, checking his bandages and leaving him alone. It all seemed so strange, I never thought I would be in this position with my sweet sunshine, Philly.

At this point I wasn't too sure on what exactly Phil and I were. We had both admitted to having real feelings for each other, we had even kissed, but we hadn't talked about what it was that we were doing. Was I dating Phil?

Sure, Phil and I had always been intimate, but it was always as a friendship. I knew that right now wasn't the time to worry Phil with yet another thing but I was dying to know what would happen between us.

The only thing that I knew for certain was that I was completely in love with Phillip Michael Lester. I couldn't imagine my life without him. When I looked back to 2008, when I had first graduated high school, I was not only on my way to a dreadful life full of pre-law classes but also a life full of depression. If within the next year I had never attempted talking to my now best friend I would have been stuck in a circle of unhappy possibilities. Without Phil I never would have made it, he made me who I am today. And I loved him for that.

When it was time to clean and replace Phil's bandages I walked into the lounge with the kit that the nurse had made up for me. Phil sat in front of a bowl of cereal, only slightly touched. I looked at his face, his smile straight as he stared at the television. When he noticed me I could see his eyes light up, his cheeks turned rose pink.

"Hey," he said, waving his hand at me.

I took the empty place next to him, placing the box of medical supplies in between us. Phil gave me a look of annoyance but didn't protest, sticking his arm out so I could work with his wound easier.

He winced a bit as I unwrapped the bandages that seemed to be sticking to his arm.

"Sorry," I said quietly, concentrating on trying not to bother Phil's stitches.

"You know, Dan, you're truly amazing." Phil said as I was cutting a long piece of medical tape, "nobody has ever cared for me as much as you do. I'm incredibly thankful for you."

I had always had trouble accepting compliments from people. I could never figure out why, maybe it could be a lack of confidence or for not having respect for myself. Either way if I ever got complimented I could never seem to respond in a proper manner.

I looked into Phil's eyes and smiled but remained silent.