"Phil?" A voice pulled him back.
"Dan?" Phil mumbled.
Al sighed. "Just me I'm afraid."
"Al... I dont feel too-" He turned his head and threw up.
"Phil," Al rubbed his back. "Lets get you to the bathroom, can you stand up?" He asked, taking Phils hand and helping him to his feet. His hands were sweaty. "Phil, are you okay?" He asked, sitting him down on the bed.
"I cant believe it happened. He was meant to kill me. I was the one he..." Phil trailed off. "If I had just spoken. I couldnt Al and now he's dead." Phils breathing quickened. "Its my fault. He's dead because of me." He breathed, holding his chest.
"Right, Phil, you're having a panic attack." Al placed his hand on Phils shoulder. "Deep breaths," He smiled. "In....out." He took a deep breath in and out to help Phil.
"I just want to sleep." Phil sighed.
"Okay, lets get you back to mine and you can go to bed. Are you sure you're feeling okay? You dont want to go to A&E?" Al asked.
"Im fine." Phil insisted.
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A Helping Hand (Dan and Phil phanfic)
FanfictionTRIGGER WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS MENTIONS OF RAPE, SELF INJURY, DEATH AND ATTEMPTED SUICIDE. Can Dan save Phil? Phil is suicidal and Dan is the only one who's there for him. Can he alone save Phil?
