The next day, Dan was the first one awake, surprisingly enough. He groaned at the sunlight coming in from the window, hitting him directly in the face, grabbing his phone from the table beside him. The time read 10:23. He checked Twitter, staring at the ceiling whenever he found himself bored with that. He laid in his bed for another twenty minutes, finally getting up at a quarter till 11:00. He walked into the lounge, sighing in relief whenever he found it empty.
That gave him slightly more time to figure out what to say to Phil. Relief flooded him even more whenever he found the kitchen also empty. He grabbed a bowl, biting his lip while pouring cereal into it. After making his cereal, he went back to the lounge, turning on some anime to distract him for a little while more. He managed to get through a couple of episodes, and his breakfast, before either of the other two living in the apartment woke up. Whenever he heard the footsteps, he closed his eyes, mentally preparing for whatever was in store for the day.
Whenever Phil walked into the lounge, Dan automatically walked out, going to the kitchen to put up his bowl.
Whenever Phil walked into the kitchen, Dan automatically walked out, going to shower. One of the only places he could be alone with his thoughts. He sat in the bathroom, back against the shower wall for the better part of an hour before he finally actually got into the shower. He let the water wash over him, staring blankly at the tiled wall.
'How could someone be so stupid?' He continually thought, wanting nothing more than to crawl into the fetal position to die. Lost in his thoughts, he stayed in the water until it went cold, the cold water being the only thing that brought him back into the hell that reality was for him. He turned the water off, wrapping a towel around himself, staring into the mirror. He couldn't take looking at himself any longer whenever he made one of the stupider decisions in his life: He punched the mirror.
Dan immediately regretted it. He bit his lip to keep from screaming, looking down to inspect his hand. Nothing but red covered it, little pieces of glass embedded in the cut. He looked up at the now broken mirror and bit his lip harder. He wrapped his hand in an old rag from the cupboard, trying to keep the towel around himself, as he tried his best to go unnoticed as he walked to his room. Once he was in the safety of his bedroom, he let the rag fall off of his hand, cringing at the amount of blood his limb was producing. He knew he had to go to a hospital, but he couldn't risk it. He couldn't risk going to the hospital and seeing a certain someone. He laid on his bed, only the towel still covering him, staring at the ceiling trying to decide what to do. His thoughts were interrupted by Phil bursting into his room.
Dan cursed at himself whenever he realized he had forgotten to lock the door, trying his best to hide the blood-covered rag he was holding.
Dan, liste-" Phil started to say before he realized Dan was practically naked and just laying there, "Oh, sorry, I'll come ba- What the hell happened to your hand?" He asked, going to touch the other whenever Dan pulled his hand back.
Dan flinched whenever he moved his hand, "Please leave," He whispered.
"Not until you tell me what happened," Phil insisted, once again going to pick up Dan's hand.
Dan didn't resist this time, letting Phil inspect his cut. He did, however, ignore the question.
Phil sighed, looking it over, "What happened?" He asked again.
"I punched the goddamn mirror, okay?" Dan finally confessed annoyance clear in his voice.
"What the hell?" Phil exclaimed, "Why would you do that?"
"Because I didn't want to look at my reflection anymore," He rolled his eyes, "Obviously."
Phil groaned, "Don't get snappy with me, I didn't do anything," Dan mumbled a half-hearted sorry as Phil began to speak again, "But we need to get you to a hospital before this gets infected."
"No," Dan argued, "I'm not going anywhere, it'll either heal on its own, or my hand will just fall off. Whichever happens, I don't care."
"Get up, get dressed, meet me in the lounge, we're going to the hospital," Phil instructed as he left Dan's room, shutting the door.
Dan knew better than to argue, and he did what he was told, trying his best not to soak blood through everything. Let's just say, he failed at that. He grabbed a new rag on his way to the lounge, and blood almost immediately soaked through it. Phil was already in the lounge whenever Dan arrived, and he practically pushed Dan out of the apartment before he could even say anything./p
The taxi ride to the hospital was almost silent, only the occasional quick banter.
Dan leaned as far away from Phil as he could, staring out of the window.
Phil kept trying to make conversation, but every time he would, Dan would give a mumbled one-word response before going back to ignoring him.
Whenever they actually arrived at the hospital, Phil practically had to force Dan out of the vehicle. Dan did everything in his power to resist, but in the end, Phil forced him into the lobby of the building.
"Dan laid low, his head down and standing behind Phil every chance he got. Everybody there knew him, and he didn't need their judgment. And he definitely didn't want it.
They sat in the waiting room, Phil filling out the forms as Dan did nothing to help. Whenever they finally got back into the room, Dan was more than relieved to know that the doctor was new, had just started there. He didn't glare at Dan or make him feel worse than he already did, and Dan had never been more grateful.
He ended up with 8 stitches in his hand, and a more than annoyed Phil by the end of it. Whenever they got to the apartment, Phil went immediately to his room, leaving Dan to fend for himself. He laid on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, just how he did most every day. He fell asleep on the couch and was awoken by Phil turning on the tv.
"Sorry," He muttered whenever he realized that he had woken Dan up, but he didn't bother to turn it off.
Dan went to his bedroom, where he once again fell asleep, trying to forget the past couple of days.