Phil's POV:
Kiss. Amazing. Dan. Awake. Too much time. He hates me. Love?
My mental capacity seemed to be hindered, and I hadn't even been hit by a car. My mind short-circuited when I kissed Dan on the hospital bed. I told him how I felt about him, and he took years to respond. Okay, maybe not years, but it seemed like an eternity to me at the time.
In the interim between confessing our love, a million different outcomes and possibilities ran through my mind. Dan could really do or say anything at this point, and I was hoping for something closer to him throwing me on the hospital bed and having me right there rather than him slapping me and telling me to leave the room because I was disgusting. However, my mind, disregarding the fact that I'd already kissed him and avoided a slap, did not seem to favor the more favorable options. It dwelled on the ones in which I got hurt, and I think my face started to show it.
My hellish imagination overtook my ability to perceive reality for a few moments, and my face grimaced and fell, as if I was preparing to receive news of my entire family's death or get shot in the head. Thankfully, neither of those things happened. I felt a tug on my chin as Dan brought my face up and towards him. "This is it. He's gonna tell me to move out," I thought to myself as I came back to the present.
"I love you too." Heart beat stops. Eyes widen. Involuntary smile. Brain processing. Regretting not acting on this sooner.
"Wait, what the hell? You're bisexual? You like me? What!"
This exclamation/question/demand took me out of my bunny-and-flower filled love-induced imagination and I realized that what I had done really was out of character for me and was not easily explained.
"Haha...yeah, I'm bi. I've known for a long time, but when I moved I didn't tell anyone because I was sick of the judgement. I figured it didn't matter, but then I realized that I wasn't interested in anyone but you. I had no reason or ability to date anyone, so I just...didn't...as I said, I am in love with you." Tick. Beep. Heartbeat. Tock. "Also, I'm sorry that this was so...abrupt. I'm also sorry that I'm, um, on you. Your broken ribs must not be too happy."
"They're fine," he said as he winced, breathed out a string of profanities, and sat up a tiny bit. "What's important is...this. Just this. I love you too. The girls were a distraction. It's been agonizing since we met. I was so worried about what you'd think of me. Thanks for telling me about how you feel sooner, jerk."
Dan smirked as I leaned in closer to capture his lips again. We happily snogged and chat as the nurses and doctors periodically came in and checked on Dan and okayed him to leave. Once we got back to our flat, we moved some of Dan's stuff into my room and decided to eat dinner and go to bed early. We may have accidentally gotten distracted and burnt the pizza we had in the oven due to being, ahem, otherwise occupied, but everything since then has been perfect. He's perfect.