Phil's P.O.V.

I was still so angry. It had been an hour and I still wanted to punch a god damn wall. I still hadn't heard Dan go back into his room, but I didn't entirely care.

"SHIT!" I yelled/whispered, Alice being asleep in the room over. Why is my life so complicated?

I had the sudden urge to cry. Just cry for hours. But, in a way, I didn't.

I walked towards the bathroom to wash my hands and use the loo before I went to bed, but when I tried to open the door, it was locked. Dan.

"Can you hurry the fuck up? Jesus Christ." I muttered, standing by the door and crossing my arms.

"Y-yeah. Um, but you have your own bathroom, Phil. Just use that one." Dan replied through the door. That was logical enough. I kind of had forgotten that I had my own bathroom. The one in the hall was for guests, I remember Alice telling me.

I walked away. Not giving a shit about why Dan had been in the bathroom for an hour.

Dan's P.O.V.

I could feel myself growing weaker. I don't care. I heard Phil walk away. I don't care. I heard the front door open, my parents are home, going to bed immediately. I don't care.

I don't care.

But then I remembered the feel of Phil's lips on mine, the happy look on his face whenever he was talking to Alice, and actually was being treated like a human being for once. I imagine the day Alice found me, in the bathroom dying. And suddenly I care.

"Phil. Phil. Phil." I said weakly, trying to get him to come back.

I needed him in here. I needed help.

Help.

And then I heard it.

"Dan?"

Phil's P.O.V.

"Dan?" I said, cautiously. I had heard him calling my name. He had sounded so weak.

"D-Dan?" I said again, when he failed to respond.

I tried to turn the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge.

"Fuck. Dan! Open the fucking door!"

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.

Please open the door.

Officially really fucking sick of trying the handle, I backed up and ran at the door, breaking it open and hurting my shoulder really badly.

Well that fucking hurt like hell.

I saw the figure on the floor in front of me, surrounded by his own blood. I felt like was going to be sick. Oh god.

"Dan! Oh my god, Dan! Please look at me! Fuck! I'm so sorry, Dan. Please, just stay with me!" I shouted, crying. I didn't care about anything but helping him. Nothing. I just wanted him to be alright.

"P-Phil?" I heard a weak voice say. I immediately looked up, and saw Dan's eyes barely open.

"DAN! Oh thank god, you're alive! Just stay with me, I'm going to help you!" I said quickly, looking through the drawers for some gauze. Finally finding some I wrapped his arms in it quickly, ripping some medical tape I found in the same drawer, and securing it. Dan was still weak though, and I knew he needed… What was it? Water? Milk? Juice? I'll just get them all and a cookie. Or five.

I helped Dan stand up, and helped him hobble back to his room.

"Stay." I ordered, walking out and bounding down the stairs to the kitchen and pouring a glass of water, juice, and milk. Then, I grabbed a dozen cookies that were placed in a Ziploc baggie and ran upstairs.

I opened the door to see Dan staring at his hands, crying. I immediately placed the items down, and ran over to him. Man, all this running was making me really fucking tired.

"Dan, stop crying. You're okay now, and I'm here." I said gently, knowing all he needed was a hug and some comfort. That's all I had ever wanted, at least.

I wrapped my long arms around him and hugged him tightly, not caring that we had had an argument less than two hours ago.

"I-I'm sorry, Phil, I-I don't know why I did it, I was just so upset, and I know it's not an excuse, but…" He started crying again and I hugged him again.

"Dan, please, it's okay. Why don't we watch a movie and regain some energy? And I'll clean the bathroom before anyone sees, don't worry about it." I said, trying to soothe a hyperventilating Dan.

He nodded and I pulled his laptop onto the bed, placing it on our legs.

"What do you want to watch?" I asked. He shrugged. I turned on Kill Bill because it was the only one I recognized at first glance, and I saw him smile slightly.

I didn't make it through the movie before I fell asleep, but at least I fell asleep to a sleeping Dan cuddled into my chest.

I only had one question.

Why the hell did he do it?