"And I think you put this." Dan said, pouring a cup of sugar.
"Dan! You put the milk first before the sugar." You screamed, but it was too late.
"What's the difference, you're gonna put it there anyway." Dan said, mixing the ingredient together.
"We're making food for Phil, it has to look perfect at least taste good." You said, grabbing the butter and putting it into the mixture.
"Don't worry, Phil likes strange things anyway." Dan said, giggling to himself.
"Dan..."
"Don't worry, It'll be fine." Dan said, giving you a reassuring kiss on the cheek.
"I hope you're right." You mumbled. Phil went inside the kitchen, and saw the two of you.
"What are you two doing?" Phil said, heading for the fridge; when he clumsily knocked down the bag of flour on the floor.
"Phil!" Dan scolded. He was going to put the bowl on the table when he terribly missed, making the glass go everywhere.
"Dan!" You said, when you felt a sting on your left foot.
"Y/N, you're bleeding." Phil said, pointing to your foot that was starting to bleed.
You hear Dan cuss under his breath.
"Phil, do you think you can clean this?" Dan said, heading towards you.
"Yeah, sure." Phil said, starting to grab a broom to clean the mess he made.
"C'mon, let's treat your wound." Dan said, guiding you out of the kitchen.
Dan led you to his bedroom and went to the bathroom to grab some bandage.
After a few minutes of waiting and trying not to let the blood drip on his carpet, he finally came in with some alcohol and bandage.
"No..." You said, with a knowing tone.
"We have to." Dan said, kneeling in front of your wounded foot.
"Bu-" You stopped when you saw Dan wipe the blood with a piece of cloth.
You couldn't help but admire him, he looks so focus. Dan saw you staring at him "Enjoying yourself?" Dan teased.
"Oh, shut up." You hear him chuckle and continued to treat your wound when you saw him grab the bottle of alcohol.
You immediately pulled your foot away but Dan grabbed it.
"Y/N, we have to." Dan said, giving you a reassuring smile.
"Fine.." You said, as you closed your eyes; preparing yourself.
Dan counted to three before pouring the alcohol on your wound.
You hissed. You felt Dan wrapped the bandage around your foot.
"See, it wasn't that bad." Dan said, standing up.
"Easy for you to say." You say.
Dan leaned his face to yours "I'm sorry." Dan said, about to close the space between the two of you. When you heard a glass break from the kitchen followed by a loud shriek.
"Dammit, Phil."
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