My eyes opened in the morning to an empty bed and a note on the pillow beside me.
A rush of a familiar panic ran through me before I told myself to calm. It was fine.
I carefully unfolded the paper and scanned over the writing, breathing a sigh of relief as I learnt Phil had just gone out to get groceries.
What was I worrying the note had said?
No, it's fine.
Turning over, I closed my eyes and went back to sleep, smiling.
Phil would be back any second and I could give him a hug.
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I was jolted awake by the sound of the door closing, and stepped out from under my duvet as I heard him making his way up the stairs to our room.
I giggled to myself as I thought of making him jump, and I snuck by the doorframe, watching until I saw his black quiff come into view.
"Rawwr!" I ran out, holding up my hands as if clawing at the air.
But Phil didn't laugh.
He stumbled on the top step, fumbling for support before tumbling backwards down the stairs.
It was like everything went in slow motion as I stood there in shock, hearing every step colliding with his body.
Then it stopped.
And the apartment was silent.
"P-phil?" I moved forwards, feeling my heart racing in my chest as I saw what lay at the bottom of the staircase.
A limp and unmoving body sprawled on the floor.
Limbs bent at all angles.
Shopping scattered across the hallway.
He wasn't moving.
His eyes were closed.
Running down, I placed my ear to his chest, and breathed a sigh of relief when I felt the rise and fall of his breathing.
He's alive.
Thank goodness.
But he wasn't okay.
Fumbling for my phone, I dialled 999 and spoke shakily into the phone.
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Wordless Conversations // Phan (sequel to Bring Me Home)
FanfictionDan's better now. He's been clean for over a year. He takes his medication and his relationship with Phil is going strong. But then one day something happens. A terrible accident. Dan visits everyday, but with Phil in a coma, can Dan keep himself to...
