My mind was groggy, the dull walls spinning as someone pulled off my shoes. Two people.
Phil? No.. not Phil... I want Phil.
Hands grasped my arms, dragging me up and guiding me towards the door. I felt nauseous, my thoughts were going too slowly and my body felt fake, like I was in virtual reality.
//you're dyingggg//
"Phil" I begged, but all that came out was a weird groan. Was that my voice?
I need Phil.
I tried again. My words slurring "fiull". A strange voice drifted into my head, distorted and broken.
" Da-niu-l yuw ca-yn see hiy-um lai-te-r"
I tried to make sense of these words...my brain bogged down in a thick cocktail of sedatives. I was in a room now, slumped in the corner, a doctor too close to me, wrapping something around my arm. It began to squeeze
//Too close. Too tight.//
Now I was alone, the thing on my arm was gone, my belt was gone too. I was vaguely aware that the walls were squishy. A padded cell? Really? I thought they only had those in horror movies about asylums. I blinked as my vision started to steady, I took in my situation. The walls and floor were covered in thick mats like we used to use in P.E. at school. They were all a nasty shade of lime green that hurt my eyes. A door by the opposite corner was propped open by a chair, on which sat a middle-aged blonde woman, her hair long and straight, dyed platinum with dark brown roots peaking through. Around her neck hung a badge, like the others. Like them. My breath started to become uneven as it dawned on me what had happened. I was drugged and alone with them. Phil was gone and I was helpless.
//you're going to die here//
I noticed tears rolling down my face, my body paralysed in fear, heavy and sluggish from the effects of the sedative. Time must have passed as another woman came and swapped with the blonde one, this time a large brownhaired women in a pleasant striped jumper. She gave me a warm smile and scribbled something on a chart by the door before settling in her seat. I stayed in my corner, my limbs too numb to move and my brain to terrified to form words. After a while my eyes began to succumb to exhaustion and close, against the will of my brain screaming to stay awake.
//you're going to die//
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FanfictionA Dan and Phil fic in which Dan suffers from psychosis and his boyfriend Phil is doing his best to help. Written from Dan's perspective. Final word count (excluding my comments): 35,301 Content warning: Anything you might associate with mental hosp...
