All Phil remembered after he told Dan the truth was Dan removing his hands from his body and leaving the room without a word. Within thirty seconds he'd heard the front door slam, and after that? Nothing. He felt a wave of vertigo and suddenly everything was moving, and then everything went black. PJ heard the slam of the door followed by a loud bang come from the bedroom and felt the floor shake. He picked himself up off the floor and bolted into the bedroom, before throwing himself to the ground and tapping Phil's face to wake him up. He called his name at least a dozen times before shoving his hand into Phil's front pocket and pulling out his phone. Did Dan do something to hurt him?! What the hell had happened?! PJ dialled for an ambulance before tossing the phone onto the floor again and trying to get a response from Phil. After 2 minutes, PJ didn't know what to do any more and he picked up the phone again, calling Dan as tears fell from his piercing eyes,
"Phil, I'm busy right now," Dan's harsh voice ran through the phone. PJ was just glad he'd picked up,
"No, no, Dan. It's PJ, Phil's not… he's not waking up!" PJ practically yelled into the phone,
"What do you mean he's not waking up? I've been gone for less than 5 minutes, what the fuck happened?!" Dan turned where he stood and started to run back to the flat,
"I don't know! He just fainted or something and now he's not waking up and I don't know what to do!"
"I'm coming home now," PJ heard Dan's footsteps running on the ground and with that the call was ended. Minutes later, Dan burst through the door just as the paramedics were leaving with a still unresponsive Phil, PJ ran up and wrapped his arms around Dan, still sobbing.
"I'm so sorry, I couldn't… I didn't know what to do," PJ wiped the tears from his face,
"No, no… It's okay… There's nothing else you could have done…" Dan breathed in deep, using every muscle in his body to keep himself calm. "What happened, do we know yet?"
"Nope…" PJ shook his head, "Are you gonna go with the ambulance?"
"Yeah, are you going to be okay?" Dan asked and PJ nodded.
"I heard Phil tell you the truth before you left… Where were you going?"
"To Chris's," Dan told him, "I probably would have killed him if you hadn't of called…"
"But it wasn't just Chris, Dan," PJ told him, "Phil was a part of that too,"
"I know… but Phil's confused and probably didn't know what he was doing, and he's going through a lot and I could tell he was sorry…" Dan tried to justify.
"So you're not hurt at all?" PJ questioned sceptically,
"I am…" Dan hung his head, "But I can't believe that Phil would want to hurt me, not after everything…"
"Yeah, I guess. He did say that if you found out… he'd kill himself because he couldn't bear to hurt you…" PJ shrugged.
"Wait." Dan realised, "You don't think that- you don't think that he did something to himself before he told me, do you?"

Phil had been laying in the hospital bed for over an hour when he finally woke up. He laid there alone, fretting to himself. Worrying that Dan would never come back to him, worrying that he'd messed up everything up for good, and worrying that Dan was so hurt by his actions that he'd never recover. He didn't know how he'd gotten to the hospital or how long he'd been there, but when he asked, the nurse assured him that he'd had no visitors. He tried to roll over but his stomach hurt a lot more than he'd anticipated, and he ribs felt as though he'd been hit by a truck. He gasped in pain and tried to shuffle himself into a position that didn't hurt,
"They had to pump your stomach," a familiar voice drifted from the door, "because apparently you took such a high dose of some medication that I can't even pronounce that you would have died if PJ hadn't been in the flat." Phil craned his head and was met with the sight of Dan walking toward him,
"I'm sorry…" Phil really meant the words he spoke, but Dan wasn't all too sure,
"Are you? Are you really?"
"I'm just full of terrible ideas today…" Phil felt a build-up of phlegm in his throat and forced a cough to dislodge it. He covered his mouth with his hand as he coughed and felt the pain throughout his torso,
"Oh my god…" Dan spoke. "It's blood." Phil looked down at his hand and saw the splutter of blood on his hand, "I'm going to get a doctor or something!" Dan pivoted and left the room. A few moments later he returned with a nurse and a doctor whom examined Phil's conscious state some more and guaranteed the two of them that it was perfectly normal and that Phil was not, in fact, going to die.

Once they were alone again, Dan grabbed Phil's hand in both of his own and kissed his fingers.
"I'm sorry that you went through all that the other night and I wasn't there for you," Dan breathed, "I know that contributed to whatever happened with Chris. He shouldn't have let it happen,"
"It was me, Dan… Not Chris," Phil refused to let Chris cop the blame for the entire thing,
"I know. I know… You're not well, Phil. Look at what you've done to yourself," Dan gestured to hospital room, "that's a clear indicator that you're not yourself because you, Phil, you are pure goodness."
"I don't think I'm the person you think I am…" Phil said coldly, "I think I'm a horrible person. I think I keep doing awful things and then you or someone else comes up with an excuse for me and I get away with it,"
"Phil, they're not excuses… you're really fucking messed up right now, I should know, I was pretty fucked up not too long ago, remember?"
"I know, but you never did anything like this… Why are you being so nice to me, Dan? I don't deserve this…" Phil sighed deeply and Dan went quiet for a moment.
"I am hurt, Phil," Dan's voice sounded guilty, so guilty, and Phil looked up to listen to whatever it was he was about to say, "But I did do something like this, and I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry," Phil was silent. He felt his heart beat faster within his chest,
"You… you did cheat on me," Phil said, "It was with that girl, wasn't it? You lied to me!"
"Phil, it would have killed you if I'd told you the truth!" Dan tried to explain, "I only saw her three times, and we only slept together once!"
"You… you slept with her?" Phil choked on his words, "And you let me- you let me think that I was overreacting and, and…"
"I'm sorry! You and I… we weren't having sex then, and it was just… it wasn't-"
"It wasn't enough for you? I wasn't enough for you?" Phil questioned.
"That's not it…" Dan grabbed Phil's hand again, "You're far from inadequate; it was me. It was all me, Phil."
"I can't believe you would do that…"
"You did it too! With Chris! Our friend! MY friend!" Dan exclaimed, tears in his eyes,
"…I'm sorry," Phil squeaked,
"So am I…" Dan bit his lip, "I'm so sorry that I kept it from you."
"Do you love me?" Phil asked, "After what you did with… her, and after I kissed Chris?"
"Of course I love you…" Dan kissed Phil's cheek, "I'm so sorry…"
"I'm not myself, am I? You were right when you said I'm not myself…" Phil uttered, "Because all I can think about right now is fucking you despite how hurt and angry I am,"
"Phil, you've never… you've never phrased it so vulgarly before," Dan was shocked by Phil's language,
"And you've never told me the truth about what happened with that girl before," Phil retorted, "I guess today's all about trying new things within our relationship, huh?"
"Please don't be like that, Phil. You fucked up too," Dan's dejected face turned from him,
"We both screwed up, but only one of us screwed someone else," Phil sneered.
"Are you just going to be a complete jerk to me now? I broke it off with her, it was months ago, Phil. Chris was today. If you weren't in the physical state you're in now, you'd have fucked him."
"Sucked him off, maybe… but I wouldn't have fucked him," Phil joked, earning a laugh from Dan.
"I have a proposition," Dan stated,
"Yeah?" Phil looked at him and felt the anger slowly draining from his body,
"Either we agree not to kiss or sleep with anyone other than each other," Dan began, "Or we agree to break up."