No. No. No, no, no, no, no. No. They couldn't break up. They couldn't go back to being just friends, not after all they'd been through. Phil couldn't face losing his best friend. He couldn't face living a life without Dan. Of course he never wanted to be with any other person again, never again, Dan was incentive enough but this… this threw everything into perspective.
"Dan, can I see your house key?" Phil asked purposefully, throwing Dan off entirely,
"What does that have to do with what I just-" Dan was cut off,
"Can I see your flat key, please?" Phil repeated, his tone unwavering. Dan, confused, reached into his pocket and pulled out the lone key from his back pocket and placed the ribbed piece of metal into Phil's hand,
"Okay, tell me, is this your way of telling me you don't want to come back to the flat?" Dan asked. It was a weird way to go about kicking him out, but as previously established, Dan knew Phil wasn't himself. Dan watched as Phil shook his head, "Alright then… I'm going to go call Peej and tell him you're alive. You really had he freaked out. Think about my proposition, yeah?" Dan exited the room and walked down the hall to a small space with a few little lounge chairs, a vending machine and a coffee machine, he settled himself in one of the off-coloured arm chairs and dialled his friend.
"Hey, is Phil alright?" PJ asked immediately after answering his phone,
"Yeah, yeah… he's going to be fine,"
"How are you doing?"
"I'm okay," Dan breathed, "I think I just sort of, propositioned Phil,"
"You think or you did?" PJ asked for clarification,
"I did."
"What did you propose?" he asked Dan, hearing some loud noises in the background.
"Either we're exclusive and agree not to do anything with anyone else or," Dan paused, "or we just break up."
"What did he say?" PJ pressed the phone harder against his face,
"Nothing yet, he just asked to see my flat key?"
"What the hell?"
"I don't know?! I mean, that's a little weird, even for him. I asked if that meant he didn't want me back at the flat and he said no, so I have no idea!" Dan explained as there was some loud commotion from one of the other hospital rooms, thankfully not Phil's.
"Maybe he's lost it…" PJ said slowly,
"No, he's still got his," Dan shook his head despite knowing PJ couldn't see him,
"Not his key, Dan. His mind…"
"His mind's still there, it's just a little warped," Dan mumbled, JUST coherently enough for PJ to understand.

Dan wandered back into the hospital room and planted himself by Phil's side. He was hurt and he was scared, confused and worried, jealous and angry. He was impressed by the fact that Phil had confessed so quickly, and he was appreciative of the fact that Phil hadn't bit his head off when he, too, confessed to cheating, however delayed the truth was. Phil seemed to be a little more himself he spoke to the nurse, almost chipper. Phil still hadn't given Dan an answer, even after they'd sat together for over an hour and a half. Dan almost found himself pointing out the lack of conversation, but perhaps Phil was still processing, still recovering from Dan's bombshell, still thinking about Dan's proposition. Dan shuffled himself, changing his position on the chair, causing Phil's sight to draw to him,
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, then I'll come back and we'll talk properly before I go home, okay?" Dan stood up and stroked Phil's fingers gingerly with his own as he walked away. When he returned, Dan stroked Phil's black hair and readjusted his glasses before opening his own mouth to speak,
"Can we talk about it?" Dan asked, aware that Phil knew exactly what he was talking about,
"Okay," Phil nodded, his voice a little hoarse,
"I promise that if you want us to stay together, you'll be the only person I think about. The only person I'll ever kiss, touch… everything, the only person that I'll want, will be, as is now, you," Dan somehow managed to string the sentence together. Phil opened his hand and reached out for him, Dan leaned down, careful not to put too much pressure on Phil's damaged body, and hugged him, earning a kiss on the cheek.
"Me too," Phil whispered into Dan's ear as he pulled up again, "Please don't leave me…" Dan let out a colossal sigh of relief and leaned down to kiss Phil with the largest grin he'd ever grinned.
"I love you so much, Phil. I don't know what you would have done if you'd said you'd rather be with other people…" Dan breathed on Phil's neck before kissing the side of his jaw,
"I love you more than I've loved anything or anyone on the earth," Phil felt a ping through his heart, triggering a single cold tear to run down his face only to be kissed away into nothingness by Dan's lips a second later.
"This is horrible timing, and I'm sorry, but I have to go…" Dan said, pointing at the clock on the white wall,
"You can go now that I know you still love me," Phil smiled to him,
"Can I have my key back so I can actually get into the flat?" Dan laughed, and Phil looked away.
"You can take my key…" Phil spoke quietly,
"Where's my key, Phil?" Dan's eyes widened as he used his facial expression to force the truth from Phil's lips.
"…I swallowed it."
"Excuse me?" Dan was taken aback. Was he joking? Was this a joke? Dan expected Phil to laugh and then hand over the key, but he wasn't doing or saying a thing.
"I swallowed it, Dan. I swallowed your key…" Phil repeated,
"What the hell?! What are you talking about?! Why?! Why would you do that?!" Dan demanded, not angry, just confused and concerned. Did he really swallow the fucking key? Was he really so desperate to hurt himself that he'd swallow Dan's key? He took a breath and calmed his tone, "You didn't, did you? Are you fucking with me?"
"I did," Phil looked him straight in the eye, "I'm not joking,"
"What the hell is wrong with you?! Are you okay?! Should I get the doctor?! What on earth made you do that?!" Dan raised his voice in panic.
"I swallowed your house key, Dan," Phil said again, Dan noted how calm Phil was and decided to emulate that instead of his own feelings of worry, "I swallowed it… because I couldn't stomach the thought of living without you."