Dan had barely gotten the door unlocked when Chris pushed the door open.
"What the fuck happened? What the fuck is happening? Where the fuck is he? Is he okay?"
PJ pushed past Chris and held up the supplies, showing Dan.
PJ headed for the bathroom. Chris was about to follow when Dan grabbed his arm.
"Come with me."
Dan lead Chris to the living room and fell into a chair, breathing heavily and looking downright distraught. Chris sat next to him.
"Are you okay?"
Dan looked at Chris. Chris was looking at him like he was expecting Dan to either attack him or burst into tears. He did neither. He just sighed, for what felt about the hundredth time today. Then he told Chris what happened.
He told Chris about the trip, about how the first week had been great, but then had Phil had started changing, and it seemed as though it was getting worse. He said he was worried that it was going to get worse, and what if today was just the start.
"Why is this happening to him?" Dan asked, leaning forward. "What did he do? What even IS happening to him?"
Chris ran his hands through his hair and looked at the TV that was playing some cheesy sitcom rerun on mute.
I wish I knew.