Bring Me Home // Phan

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Phil's POV

I was sat on the sofa, scrolling through the news on my laptop, listening to the sound of Dan playing the piano.

It was so beautiful.

So gentle.

So precise.

Suddenly, the music stopped, and I heard Dan's voice echoing around the apartment.

"Phil!" His voice was shaky, and I was on my feet at once.

I made it to his bedroom and heard a crash as I put my hand on the door handle.
Swinging back the piece of wood, I saw Dan lying on the floor next to his piano.

"Phil! Help me!" His strangled cries called me towards him.

"I'm here, Dan. What's happenin-"

"Phil!" He couldn't hear me.

Stears streamed down his face, and I cautiously placed my hands on his shoulders, letting him know I was there.

But he was too far gone.

His eyes moved manically, searching for something.

He was terrified.

Gently moving him to a sitting position, I hugged him tight.

Despite him being unable to hear me, I talked to him, tried to soothe him.

"Dan, you're okay. You're fine. Dan..."

His head moved upwards - maybe he was able to hear me now.

"Dan, it's okay. You're having a panic attack. Try to breathe slowly."

My hands stroked the small of his spine gently, letting him know I was there.

His breathing started to slow after a while, and I felt him move his arms around my waist.

He felt so small in my arms - almost like a child.

"Ph-phil..."

"Shhhh," I soothed into his hair, "Just focus on your breathing."