"So you're telling me, Dan's been kidnapped?' Phil emits a long breath and stares at me, clueless, chewing his bottom lip he looks like a lost puppy at a dog show.
"No, not kidnapped, I've already explained this. 'Dan Howell was admitted to hospital after allegedly murdering his younger brother and attempting suicide'" I read off my phone. My fingers scroll over the text as I re-read it for what seems like the millionth time that morning.
"He's in the hospital? Because he committed suicide? Or because he's a murderer and mentally ill?" Phil repeats for the sixth time. I sigh loudly and let my head hit the table.
"Dan Howell was admitted to hospital after allegedly murdering his younger brother and attempting suicide. He's alive. And so is his brother. I know Dan, he's not a murderer" After taking another sip of my coffee I look up at Phil who seems to be having a hard time processing this new development.
"and you want me to do what exactly?" he leans back in his chair, examining me as I chose my next words very carefully.
"I want you to help me break Dan Howell out of the hospital," I say simply, leaning back in my own chair, this time examining Phil.
"You're insane" he shakes his head
"No Phil Lester, what's insane is that my best friend is locked up in a hospital, listening to people call him crazy, while his brother is out there in danger. What's crazy is that he is going to go to jail at the age of 19 -nine fucking teen- because of a crime he didn't commit, so Phil Lester if you are half as great as what Dan always told me you were, then help me get my best friend back."
