*Chris' POV*
The school called an ambulance, I went with him of course. He looked so pale and, well, honestly he looked terrible. He kept mumbling while he was unconscious. Something about not leaving him. It was the most terrifying ride to the hospital I had ever encountered.
When we arrived his mum and dad were already there. They looked so scared. Then again.
I was scared as well
A doctor took us into a small white room and began to talk
"Anorexia"
He told us
"Actually, it's conman in teenagers. However, it's normally females. According to the UK statistics only 11% of all patients are male. This could have been caused by anything. Anything from a change at home or stress at school. Just don't beat yourselves up over this. We will do all we can for Phil here. But when he returns home, It's up to you, his family, to support him."
He was wrong though, Phil didn't recover, he just became worse and worse
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*Phil's POV*
This is what I get, isn't it?
I chased away the love of my life
I deserved all of this
I missed Dan terribly. I was completely bedridden, I could even go out to look for him. It was almost torture being alive.
I didn't want to live without him
"Hey, you alright there, can I get you anything?"
Dad was back again. They had all being trying to be super nice to me. All trying to suck up to me. Did they think I would get better if they were?
I wasn't going to get better though, was I?
"..No thanks dad. Have you seen Dan? Are you sure he hasn't been here looking for me?"
"No, I've not seen him"
I sighed, closing my eyes as I lay back against my pillow. Dan didn't want to see me ever again did he?
I felt a small kiss being placed on my cheek then dad left the room. I thought that would be the visitors done for the day but someone else walked in. I opened my eyes. I really thought it was going to be Dan
But no
Just Chris
"Hey"
He greeted casually, sitting down awkwardly in the chair that was now prematurely by my bed.
"Hey. Was Dan at school today?"
"I've told you Phil, I've never seen him at school. Not before…all this. Not ever"
"But you promise you'll tell me if you see him, won't you? Could you tell him I'm sorry. I never meant to say he wasn't real" I bit my lip, blinking back tears as I stared at my hands "I just wanted those boys to leave me alone…"
Chris sighed, gently patting my shoulder "I know…I'll tell him"
And with that he was gone
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It was a while before anyone else came in. I had fallen asleep not long after Chris had left. I was awoken awhile later by someone else coming in the room
"Dan?" I asked quietly, not wanting to open my eyes. I knew if I did I would only be filled with disappointment.
"No, hun, it's mum"
I kept my eyes closed. I only wanted to see Dan
No one else
"Com on, let's open the curtains up and get a bit of light in here"
I finally opened my eyes to see mum making the curtains sit perfectly. Of course they had to be perfect. It was mum.
"Do you think Dan will ever forgive me?… I hate not having him here. I love him mum…I just want him back"
"I know you miss him. But I don't know if he'll be back. I've tried to tell you before but only /you/ know Dan.
"I know…."
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*Chris' POV*
Phil asked about Dan everyday. Then one day, he just gave up. He gave up hope that Dan would ever come back for him. We tried to tell him that Dan wasn't real, No one else could see him. But of course
He wouldn't listen
After that, things really started to go down hill. It just seemed like something in him was slipping away. We tried out very best to get him to eat.
But he wouldn't
I tried to at least get him to talk to us but he would just stare blankly. It was almost like he wasn't there at all. Like he'd completely given up on life. Dan must have been something really special for Phil to get this bad.
We tried so hard. Everyday I spent at least an hour by his bedside, trying to strike up a conversation. He actually spoke to me once. But I don't like to think about it. I didn't tell anyone what he said. I was too scared to. It made me realize just how miserable he was.
He asked me too kill him
To end his suffering
He didn't want to live anymore
I think it was then I understood just how serious this was. He wanted to die. It wasn't because he couldn't eat that he wasn't.
He was trying to kill himself.
I was agonizing to watch. Day after day his parents trying to get through to him but nothing ever worked. He just lay there. Staring at the wall.
It killed them
His mum would break down every day. She couldn't handle it. Neither could his dad. No one could. We had to learn to accept it though
He was going to die
He would sleep most of his days away. Just laying there unable to move. Once a lovely, active boy now reduced to this pale, miserable soul.
He was going to die
And there was nothing we could do about it.