Bring Me Home // Phan

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Dan's POV

Phil entered my room, where he'd tucked me up in bed. In his hands were two cups of tea. I took one from him and looked into it to see it was just a mug of full of milk.

I looked over at him quizzically as he sat down next to me.

He laughed, taking a sip of his. "It's warm milk. It helps you sleep."

My hands held the cup, taking in the warmth and smiling to myself. Phil was so sweet.

I was so lucky to have him.

Then Phil was reaching for something, and he gave me my boxes of pills. There were quite few.
"Is Grey saying anything at the moment?"

I shook my head, and he looked into my eyes. I realised he was trying to see if I was lying or not.

It made me sad to think of all the times I had to lie to him.
He can't trust me now.

"Can you take your medication?"

I replied to him with a nod, taking a sip of my drink as he sifted through the pile.

"Antidepressants, anxiety, insomnia, schizo- voices." He listed them off as he handed them to me, and I took them one by one.

"What's this?" I heard him mumble, looking over I saw he was staring at another box.

I recognised them immediately.

"They're for mood swings - anger and stuff..." I winced as I said the words. He always finds out what I don't want him to know.

He still studied the box, slipping out a sheet of pills from the box, before showing it to me.

"Have you been taking these?"

He already knew the answer. I looked down at my hands holding the cup of milk.

"I don't have anger issues. I don't need them."

"Why do you think that?" Disappointment slithered in his voice.

"Grey told me."

There was silence as Phil leant back on the headboard of my bed.

"I really hate Grey." His voice was steady, but held deep emotions in it.

"They're not bad." I protested.

I wasn't sure why I was defending them. I guess... they'd always been there for me.

"They hurt you." Phil's voice cracked, and I looked over to see him staring straight ahead at the wall. He was trying to keep it together.

Moving closer to him, I rested my head on his chest.

"They also protect me. Look, I would still be depressed and suicidal without them. They just tell me I'm doing the right thing. That's something I never had when I was younger - reassurance."

Phil still wasn't convinced. It saddened me that he wouldn't accept Grey.

No one ever likes me.