stars (phan)

chapter 22

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with each move the dragon made shifted dans seated position from its huge muscles and bones, he felt slightly nauseated being this high and slowly being shifted left and right, but his muscles still hurt and his ears rang slightly so he couldnt complain.

the dragon had used its giant front paw to rip open the door, just big enough for it to crouch through.

the entire building had been evacuated and now hung with an eerie silence, doors were left open and various objects were strewn across the floor in a hurried manor.

the dragon growled, sniffing the air and crouching lower, so its scaly underside brushed against the floor and wings dipped low so the small spikes at the end of each thin bone grazed the walls, it then crawled along the hallway, stopping occasionally to smell each room with a heavy breath and a quick flick of  the tongue, before continuing down the darkened hallway. a black abyss filled dans eyes from the lack of light, he knew not where he was or where the dragon was taking him, but he felt a sense of content with the dragon, so he did not refuse.

the dragon crawled to a sudden stop, scales bristling under dans legs and eyes widening, then it ran off down the hall, determined clicks escaping its mouth and heavy breaths from its nostrils, it weaved in and out of hallways, still in a low crouch but travelling faster that it should, wings folded back around dan. it then skidded to a half, causing dan to lurch forward and smash the side of his face on a spike in front of him and he could feel the warm sensation of blood running down his face.

the dragon made a low noise in its throat, tale flicking and scales bristling a little more, making the dragons appearance a little larger. dan groaned in pain, reluctantly taking his fingertips to feel his face, but all he could feel was the wet liquid that dripped off his jaw and probably on the dragons white scales. the dragon tensed under dan and a small noise came from its mouth where a white ball of fire, no larger than dans fist, escaped the dragons mouth and floated to the middle of the room, illuminating the walls with a flickering warm light that cast shadows to run along the white washed plaster.

the room was similar to a hospital room, but less inviting, a mint blue bed was placed in the far corner, and on it lay a hopefully sleeping being, next to the bed was a large machine, that beeped every 5 seconds and from that came tubes with different coloured liquid that were attached to the patients arm. a small white table sat in the opposite corner, with outdated magazines and an unused ashtray, accompanied with a packet of unopened cigarettes and a transparent lime green lighter, with little liquid gas remaining in it. a door, next to the table was wide open and through it lay a simple bathroom, equipped with a toilet, sink, and unused white towels.

dan slid off the dragons back, walking quickly to get a towel, wet it, and put it to his cut. red water dripped from his face and onto the marble floors, fascinated, the dragon swooped its head down, sniffing the liquid then flinching back with a look of disgust. dan walked over to the patient, they were rolled over, back facing dan and dressed in a white dress-like piece of clothing, that probably stopped before their knees. 

a mop of black hair, a little brown at the roots, lay on top of the patients head, and dans heart stopped.

phil.

dan stood there for minutes, motionless, breathless and waves of uncertainty and relief washing over him like he was merely sand.

thats when he broke from his daze and he found hot tears rolling down his cheeks, mixing with the blood and water and falling to the ground like raindrops.

he reached out, fingers ghosting over the hair before finally touching it.

dan always loved the feel of phils hair, he remembered eah single dyed strand and the way it fell over his forehead when it rained and how it would stick up when he woke in the early hours of the morning.

'"stop paying with my hair-" hed giggle, battering dans hands away from his head "it tickles"

but dan would just smile fondly at the older boy, his fingertips tingling.

he breathed heavily, hands now running through the soft hair, stomach exploding and heart beats gradually getting faster and faster before he found himself ripping out the tubes and rolling over the body.

it was phil, his face in a peaceful sleep and pink lips parted slightly.

phils chest heaved, back arching on the bed and air filling his lungs again as faded eyes opened wide, coughing, breathing becoming erratic and raspy,

"dan-" he choked out, sitting up all to quick for his body to catch up and he coughed again, doubling over with knees bent to his chest.

dan choked out sobs, shaking his head violently, persuading himself that this was all another hallucination, but phil felt so real in his arms. 

they stayed like that for a long while, dans arms tightly wrapped around phils torso, almost as if phil was about to disappear from the fabric of reality, phils arms loosely around dans neck, face buried into his shoulder and just breathing in dan.

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lol i cried

**sorry if this doesnt make sense i literally wrote this in a night and im too tired to edit so go edit it yourselves or smth pls comment to save a life**

also if u live in sydney pls be safe