Turned Table (phan)

Chapter Three

"I'm going to go grab a drink," Phil motioned to the door.
"Alright."
Phil left, and Dan quickly dressed and put the address and phone number of the orphanage on the documents. By the time Phil returned, Dan was pulling on his jacket.
"I, uh, got you a hot chocolate. I didn't know if you wanted anything so, yeah," Phil handed Dan the cup and Dan nodded.
"Thanks." There was an awkward silence for a few moments and then Dan continued, "So, we can go."
"Yeah, okay."
Phil followed Dan on his crutches, and Dan dropped off the papers before they walked out to Phil's car.
Phil unlocked it and rushed to help Dan in. Phil then held Dan's crutches, unsure where to put them. He decided to stuff them in the backseat. Phil then finally sat in his car.
"Sorry it's so cold," Phil looked at Dan apologetically before turning on the heat.
"It's fine." Dan looked down at his lap, not knowing what to do.
"Uh, where do you live?"
"On Plainsburrow Drive," Dan said, stating the name of a street he knew was nearby the house. He didn't want Phil to know he lived at the orphanage. Phil nodded, and started driving.
"So, how old are you?" Phil asked Dan.
"I'm seventeen."
"Okay." Phil was curious to ask his next question, but it was too personal. Unfortunately, he couldn't help himself. "Why didn't you call your parents? They're going to know you were out. You have a broken leg." Dan was silent. "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked."
"Yeah," Dan said, glad Phil wasn't going to push it. They turned onto Plainsburrow Drive and Phil asked, "Which house?"
"Uh, you can just drop me off here."
"What?"
"I'll walk, it's fine. Thanks for the ride." Dan hurriedly undid his seatbelt.
"Woah, wait." Phil pulled over. "I can't let you just wander home. You can barely walk."
"I've got crutches and we're right nearby. It's fine."
"I don't know about this," Phil sighed. He was exhausted and just wanted to get home, if he was being honest with himself. "At least let me help you out."
He opened his door and walked to Dan's. Phil grabbed the crutches and helped Dan stand up. He suddenly thought of something and grabbed a receipt and a pen, writing his number on the back of the receipt. "If you need anything," Phil handed Dan the paper, his suspiciously about Dan's home life concerning him.
"Thanks. I'm gonna, uh, go now."
Phil got back into his car and sat, absentmindedly watching Dan hobble off. Had he seriously just let a teenager who had just gotten out of the hospital with a broken leg walk home? What was wrong with him? Phil pushed his inner conflict back and drove home.
Dan got to the orphanage in good time and not-so-quietly sneaked inside. He struggled up the stairs and into his room. He sighed, seeing Adrian sitting up in his bed, and collapsed onto his own bed, nearly throwing the crutches down.
"Oh, my God. Are you okay? What happened? Where were you? Oh, wow." Adrian rushed to Dan as he took in his broken leg and fatigued state.
"I'm fine, I just broke my leg. It's fine."
"That's not fine! Dan, what happened?"
"I got hit by a car."
"Sorry?"
"I was walking and got hit by a car. It's fine, I got taken to the hospital. I'm just fine."
"What about the bill? Who's paying?"
"Me, eventually."
Adrian sighed. "Merry Christmas," he muttered sarcastically.
"Yeah. I'm going to sleep now."
"It's near six in the morning."
"A couple hours is better than none."
Adrian turned off the light and sat back on his bed.
Dan slept until Johanna knocked on the door three hours later.
"Boys?"
"We're up," Adrian said.
Johanna opened the door, and gasped.
"Daniel! What happened to your leg? When did this happen? How?"
"It's fine, really." Dan sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"You know what? I don't want to know. Merry Christmas, to both of you," Johanna leaned closer to Dan to whisper, "Timothy will be here in a week."
Dan had completely forgotten. He nodded and Adrian looked at him, confused. Johanna left.
"What's she talking about?" Adrian asked.
"It's nothing."
"It's something. Who's Timothy?"
"He a boy."
"Yeah, but what's he got to do with you?"
"Nothing," Dan looked unintentionally guilty. "Don't worry about it."
"I will worry! What are you not telling me?"
"I'm leaving."