A World of Lions and Tigers -A Dan and Phil- AmazingPhil and Danisnotonfire-

Truths and Lies

El's POV

The doctor says that I am anemic and passed out from that and all the activeness mixed with dehydration. Honestly, I feel so exhausted that I want pass out again. I am discharged and sent to the car.

Phil decided to drive this time while Dan sits in the back next to me. I want to believe that it was out of niceness, but I feel like there was something else compelling him to do it. Maybe he'll start ignore me now. Maybe it's better that way.

-Dan's POV-

Elizabeth's head lays on my shoulder, like old times. She is so close to me, but she seems so distant. Is it wrong for me to wish for my old sister back? I suppose maybe I'm not the old Dan to match, though. Does she feel like this towards me?

"I love you, sis," I say quietly. I can feel her softly smile on my shoulder. I'm glad to have her back, but something's off.

Phil's POV

I glance at El out of the corner of my ear, in the mirror. It is dark and shadowy, but I think I see her looking at me, too. An electric shock attacks my nerves.

As I drive along, I check again. I can see her honey-colored eyes looking at me and then glancing away. Maybe it's just an illusion, though. Either way, it is still paired with a nerve jolt.

I know I'm not supposed to like her. I know it's wrong. Then again, Dan never specifically said that to me.

I know I can't though. It feels like she wouldn't want me back.

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El napped most of the car ride. Dan offered to carry her inside, but after her iron supplement and food, she felt strong enough to walk herself inside.

I follow behind her.

"El?" I say, just before she closes her door. Dan left to shower, saying he needed to wash the hospital off of him.

She looks up at me, big green eyes full of sadness, but brimming with curiosity. She stands braced in the doorway, tall, but still shorter than me.

"I'm sorry," I say. I apologize for all of it. I'm not even sure what, abd her eyebrows knit with confusion.
I don't even think about what I do next, but a small voice tells me I'll regret it.
Swiftly, I lean over her, tilting my head and laying my lips gently on hers. They're soft, so light. An electric volt runs through me, buzzing my brain. She tenses up, and I release what a big mistake I've made. A broken girl. I thought a kiss would heal her, but what if it breaks her even more?