Phil's POV
I haven't talked to Dan in three days.
Why?
Well, one; he's locked himself in his bedroom, and two; I think he's scared, too, but he's not letting me help him. I'm starting to think that the news of the disease being so sudden is getting to him. It's everywhere, and people are just now choosing to take action.
The first time that we were forced to face the reality was, in fact, three days ago.
We were watching TV together – that's something that friends do together, right? This was quite a bit different, though. Weird.
The sun was setting. He and I sat in a comfortable silence – then it happened.
Emergency broadcast. All channels were switched over to the news. The woman standing in front of the camera was scared, that was obvious. She was hunched over, her arms wrapped around herself, her expression emotionless but her eyes were wide and pleading. She had to be at least thirty – but in her current state, she appeared much older. She spoke quietly, but not too quiet. Everything was heard clearly, but I'm sure that neither of us wanted to hear. But we had to.
She explained the situation, the disease and it's effects, and that there were safe and secure places for anyone who needed them.
That's when he 'snapped', I guess. He hasn't spoken to me since.
Dan's POV
I don't want this. I don't want any of this.
Why does it have to be like this? Everyone dying? I can't take this. Everyone was fine, and now suddenly, this. I've been here like this for three days now. Locked in this room, silently sobbing. No one else can hear. No one can know how weak I am. I'm supposed to be strong. Strong enough to help everyone else. But I'm not.
I can't do this, the pain. The mental pain of all this, constantly thrashing at my mind.
You're going to die, you're going to die, you're going to die
NO! I will not die. I'll live on. Even if it means I'll have to live in this mind set. Constantly living in fear of every little thing around me.
I shouldn't even be this scared, should I? It's only an disease. An horrible, nasty, killer disease. That doesn't matter. I'll be fine. We'll be fine. All of us. I won't die. I won't let any of them die. I'll protect them. And Phil, my precious Phil. I'll die before I'll let anything have you.
I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. I flinched slightly as I looked towards the light coming from above the door. I guess I better go see him. I don't want Phil to think I hate him. I slowly stumbled off the bed and grasped the door handle. "Phil?" I whispered softly, slowly unlocking the door. "Phil?" I asked again, making my way slowly through the now open door and looking around. "..Phil?" I soon realized, he wasn't there. Where the hell could he be? "Phil?" I called a little louder, now looking around more frantically "Phil!?" was he? No. he couldn't be "PHIL!"