Bring Me Home // Phan

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Dan's POV

"You w-want me to t-t-talk to you," I said, still crying, "But w-we still haven't talked about what I did. I hit you, Phil!"

He was quiet.

"I shouldn't even be here - after w-what I did."

Suddenly he looked up at me, frantically, "No, Dan you don't need to go anywhere. It was one mistake, I deserved it - I was being invasive. Look, I'm fine. You don't need to worry about any of that anymore. Just focus on now. You're bleeding, Dan. Lots."

Looking down at my arm, I swore under my breath.

These were deep.

Deeper than I meant to go.

You idiot.

I shivered upon hearing the voice.

I hadn't done enough.

It was still there.

"I need to take you to the hospital." Phil said.

"No! No. You don't. I just need to tape the sides of the skin together. It's like makeshift stitches. It's fine - I've done it before."

Phil's POV

To hear Dan say that he'd done it before broke something inside of me.

This wasn't the first time he'd cut this deep.

But before he'd been alone.

This time, he had me.

I cried silent tears as I taped the sides of his wounds towards each other, whilst he screamed in pain.

It was horrific.

Each scream that ripped from his mouth expelling pure agony.

I was scared to see him so open, so vulnerable.

His guards were completely down.

His mind was only focused on one thing.

He screamed and yelled because he was so far gone, so lost in his dark thoughts that he felt that I was taking away his happiness.

But all that I was trying to do was let him have it.

Yet all he could think in that moment was to protest, cry, because I'd stopped him from harming himself.

Finally, once everything was bandaged up, I brought his small body towards me and held it tight as we sat on his bathroom floor.

There was blood everywhere, but that didn't matter right now.

I needed to keep him safe.