A/N: Hey Phanosaurs! I just want to add A HUGE MEGA THANK YOU to everyone who had read this, reviewed me with those brilliant comments and are following this story. I'm still shocked with how well this story is doing within 12 hours or something. But no story can achieve greatness without the people who read it. So thanks for making me feel very happy!

Dan's POV

The silence in the car wasn't pleasant for either of us, which is why I ended up turning on the radio to some crappy recent music. As we both listened to the music Phil scoffed at my choice and frustrated I turned to him.

"Unless you want to talk then deal with it," I snapped and the sighed not meaning to sound so harsh but Phil didn't react at all to my tone, instead he shrugged and then winced as he looked out of the window.

"Am I going too fast?" I asked keeping my eye on the road, he shook his head and then perked up. Without moving my hands off the steering wheel, I peeked over at him as he frantically patted his pockets and then groaned.

"You okay?" I asked concerned over his sudden movement in his seat.

He grimaced, "I forgot my house keys." And then sunk down in the seat further.

I glanced over at him and spoke without thinking, "You can come to mine. My parents don't come home until late so until your parents come home you can just rest"

I felt his eyes stare at me with disbelief and then distrust.

"It's all a trick. Take me home or I swear I will jump out of the car."

"Wait, what!" I turned to look at him, my face screwed up with half of me wanting to laugh at the stupid accusation and the other half actually wondering if he was being serious.

"No way!" I added incredulously, "I'm not going to let you bleed to death on your doorstep! For Gods sake just let me help you and then we're even!"

He stopped and turned to face me; his bright blue eyes hard, "You think that just by cleaning me up a bit will make us even?"

I hesitated, "Ma-Maybe. It's better than doing nothing right?"

"You think everything will be all better just by making sure my nose is okay? What about next time?" His voice raised enough and I winced at ever word he attacked me with. "Will you clean me up the next time after you beat me up? You're a fucking joke sometimes Dan."

"I'm sorry."

"Save it. It's worthless to me."

And so we didn't speak after that. He kept bleeding and I kept thinking of ways to make it up to him. He was right though. I know he was. I couldn't keep doing this until we finally left school.

There were a lot of things I wanted to say, not all of them true. I'll help you next time. I'll stop them. But I didn't say these things because not even I believed them.

I pulled up in front of my house and quickly walked over to help Phil get out of the car. He lamely swatted me away and eventually gave in and allowed me to carry him inside and onto the sofa. His injuries seemed even worse and whilst I looked him over I cursed under my breath.

"So I'm in that bad a state eh?" He muttered humorlessly looking at me from his swollen eyes as I frowned over his arms.

"Nothing that can't be mended. I'll be back in a minute; I think you'll need some ice for... for well everywhere" He nodded and closed his eyes snuggling further into the sofa.

It was when he realized that I hadn't moved and was still looking him did he speak again.

"What?" He asked warily.

"No-Nothing. I'll go get the ice," And with that I quickly turned away.

He wasn't asleep when I returned which was unexpected. Gently I lifted his chin and started dabbing at his nose as he recoiled from my touch.

"I can do this!" He said abruptly whilst his eyes were still shut.

"Too bad" I snapped back and continue to sort him out until his face looked presentable. As presentable as he could look with a black eye, a swollen nose and a cut lip.

Next I tried to sort out his arms and started to slowly tug up his sodden sleeves to bandage but he slapped my arms and I sharply pulled them away.

"Don't," He murmured timidly, "Please Don't Dan. I'm fine really."

"I have to Phil, you're bleeding so much" Still he wouldn't move his hands from his sleeves and with gritted teeth I spoke up again, "Phil just move your hands, I'm not judging. I just need to bandage your arms and then I'll take you home and you can go."

Slowly and regrettably Phil moved his hands off his sleeves and allowed me to pull them up whilst he buried his face into the sofa. I looked down and gaped at his long pale arms whilst without meaning to, my eyes filled with tears that I quickly blinked away.

Phil's POV

I couldn't see him but I could hear his sharp intake of breath and feel his fingers lightly skim over the scars on my arms.

"Happy now? I growled and snatched my arm out of his hands, "Bandage them and then take me home."

Without saying anything he started to wash my arms looking at me apologetically every time I cried out as the water made contact. He slowly bandaged my arms up and I felt a small grateful wave of emotions towards him before blocking it out again.

Wordlessly he placed a hand on my shoulder and I looked up at him with mixed emotions. Humiliated, abashed. Angry and threatened.

"Why?" He asked, his hand still on my shoulder.

"You" I mumbled, "You and them and everyone"

"I'm sorry," He whispered once again.

A/N: Wow. I didn't realize that this would turn out so depressing. SORRY! I did promise it would perk up a bit but it will soon enough.

And I kind of owned Phil his own POV so there we go!

I'll update again soon enough but thanks for sticking with me so far!

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