Hello Internet ? Phan

"Dan... He.." She stuttered again. "Phil attempted suicide."

I felt my heart shatter. "Is he.. Is he dead?"

"No... He.. He was at our house. He had me meet him there so I'd know what happened to him.."

I felt relieved, but still in emotional pain. "How... How did he.."

"A noose. He was gasping for air after I cut the belt from holding him..." She was crying. "He's complete broken.."

I ignored my pain and rolled on my side, away from my mum. "How..."

"James found him leaving our house after the ambulance took you here.... Phil had a note, explaining everything if I hadn't stopped him."

Phil... Oh Phil.. Why would you do this? Why would you try...?

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A week went by and I was discharged from the hospital. My leg was healed enough to where I didn't have to wear a full cast; there wasn't a break anywhere except my calf, and foot. I wore a boot from under the knee, down to my foot.

I got to visit Phil in the hospital. I really should've been in school, but Mum let me cut. She told my teachers it was a family emergency.

"Phil....." I pushed back his fringe as I sat next to him on his hospital bed. "Why..."

He woke up. "Hi Dan.."

"Hi."

There was awkward silence, until I said, "Why did you try to kill yourself?"

He looked at me blankly, tears trailing down his cheekbones. "I can't do this.."

"Do what?"

"This..." He was crying more now. "With you.."

He's ending it.. In a hospital? As I was just in here for severe injuries, and now he's here for both injuries and attempted suicide.

"Did I.. Did I do something wrong?"

"No.. I should've never got involved.."

"Phil..." I felt my heart breaking. "I.. I love you."

He looked at me, crying harder. "I can't.."

"Did James force you into this?"

"......He threatened to kill you."

"Phil... We're not gonna let him break us up.."

"I'm sorry.." He hugged me. "I do care about you. I really do. I'm not leaving you." He kissed me.

"Good..... I'd never be able to kiss another person if you did.. I'm addicted to only one set of lips." 

"I'm sorry we almost broke up."

"Phil, shut up." I held him. "Don't speak.."

/

Phil was able to go home after showing signs of behavioral improvement. It was going through a manic depressive personality issue, and schizophrenia causing him to try to breakup with me. It was late February.

"Philly?" I called from his kitchen. He came in, wrapping his arms around me.

"Hi Danny." He kissed my cheek. "Whatcha making?"

"Just flipping some pancakes.."

"Delia Smith?"

"Who else would I use a recipe from?" I laughed.

I have been staying here for a week. I'm home schooled now, and my mum allowed me to move into Phil's flat.

"Hey guys!" Phil started filming.