What about Phil?

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Dan's POV

I got into the taxi that Ingrid called for me after she had gotten changed and talked to Phil, while we were waiting for the taxi she told me that Phil was worried about me, and she also showed me her newest book that she hadn't told her publisher about yet.

Now that I was in the taxi heading back to mine and Phil's place I thought about that one line that for some reason stuck with me. I remember thinking, will life ever get better from now on, and this has stuck with ever since I fell into my coma after Phil caught me hanging

I felt myself tearing up as this line repeated itself in my head with Ingrid saying it, I couldn't believe that actually happened her , I thought about how difficult Ingrid's upbringing was, she never talked about her childhood and neither did Phil, was there some kind of pack there, that something awful happened to her so they just didn't talk about her childhood at all. A text from Phil broke my thought process.

Hey Dan, just wondering are we making a gaming video today?

Yeah, if you want. I've got something to ask you?

What is it?

I'll ask you in person if that's alright

Yeah, that's fine. How long will you be?

I look over at the driver's phone and then respond back to Phil

About 5 minutes

Alright, see ya soon

Same to you

Phil's POV

I heard someone unlocking the front door, I realised that it was Dan coming home so I stood up and headed into the hallway to greet him. When he appeared in the hallway he looked terrified.

"Were you waiting for me?" Dan said, while walking towards me in the hallway, I looked at him and I started to worry about what they did last night since Ingrid wouldn't tell me what was really happening between them.

"If I was, how would you react?" I said sarcastically, with my arms folded.

"I would think that you're a little shit and that you wanted to know what happened between me and Ingrid last night!" he said this now really close to my face and then he turned and walked into the living room.

"Wait, how did you know I was worried about Ingrid?" I said while following him into the living room, Dan turned around to make direct eye contact with me.

"Seriously, you're always worrying about Ingrid, and you've started worrying even more because neither of us are you telling what is going on between us... Oh! and she knows that you're desperate to know everything about her life"

I looked at the floor, feeling that my entire face had gone red at the thought of Ingrid knowing that I wanted to keep her safe from everything. I changed the subject "anyway, what did you want to ask me?"

"Oh right! yeah, how come neither you nor Ingrid talk about her childhood? did something happen during that time? or did nothing actually happen so there's nothing to talk about?" Dan asked, I could tell that I had a sad look on my face because Dan tilted his head in a questioning way, I took a deep breath and responded.

"Did you ask her?" I asked, and he shook his head, I sighed and gestured for him to sit.

"Now, what I'm gonna tell you, you CAN NOT ask Ingrid about anything, if she knows that I told she'll kill me"

"Alright I won't say anything"

"Ok, so when she was about nine or ten she realised that she wasn't as outgoing or loud as the other students, in her class and she would panic over the really small stuff, like sports day, or if she was moving seats, she worried about who she would sit next to, keeping in mind I'm about fourteen at this point, and our parents had no idea what was happening"

"So, one day after school for Ingrid my mom took her to a doctor that we trusted, and he said that he'd need to do more testing on her to figure out what was wrong with her."

I paused for a minute for everything to sync in, but Dan's expression was just shock. "You can probably guess what happened in the end?" Dan nodded.

"Well, a few years later, Ingrid was diagnosed with high functioning anxiety and the doctor said that there were traces of depression in her but he wasn't completely sure, he also said that maybe she should take a few days off of school because of this.

Then Ingrid was sent out of the room to stay with me, and I later found out why. He said that it would be difficult for her to function properly in society, and maybe we should just, and I quote end her suffering"

"From that point on my mum tried her best to care of Ingrid and we never went back to that doctor after that."

I had to stop because I felt tears coming on, suddenly Dan started talking and I realised that he was finishing the story

"Ingrid found music as a way to cope with everything, then she got into writing and plays, and now musicals... I see now why you don't talk about her childhood."

~AmazingPhanda