Phil's POV
When I finally got to the hospital, I was told that I was able to see Dan immediately.
The curtain was drawn, and my heart was in my mouth as I moved around to see Dan sitting on the bed.
He was awake.
He was awake!
Rushing over to hug him, I started to cry as sweet relief filled me.
But it was quickly replaced with sadness.
He was strapped up to monitors once again.
His hair was matted and pushed backwards.
His face was covered in small cuts.
He was accompanied with two heavy bags that lay under his eyes.
He wasn't doing well at all.
"Why?" I didn't understand what had happened for him to land up here again.
He said he was doing better.
"I don't know." Dan replied. "I don't know." He brought his hands up to his face, running them through his hair.
"I wasn't there to save you." I whispered. "I'm sorry."
"But I was alright! I am alright!" He looked at me, smiling, before pulling me into a hug.
"I want to get better." He continued, "I didn't really want to before. I was just doing it for you. But now I realise how happy I am when I'm with you. I like being happy."
Moving out of the hug, he looked into my eyes, before reaching for my hand, and gripping it tightly.
He held my gaze as he smirked at me - as if he were telling a joke.
"Bring me home, Phil." He said, and I watched as a single tear rolled down to sit in the dimple of his smile.
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Bring Me Home // Phan
FanfictionDan is secretly suffering from depression. On the outside he seems bubbly and happy, but on the inside he wishes for it to all be over. When his friend, Phil, unexpectedly invites him to stay at his apartment, Dan struggles to keep up the glass that...
