*phils pov*

Phil happily left Troye and Tyler, hoping his friend would be able to hit it off with his crush. Despite Nash, and his nasty words that hit Phil like bricks he was happy for Troye. Maybe he and Tyler had really hit it off.

Maybe, at this moment they were holding hands, or maybe even kissing. Phil smiled at the thought. So many beautiful maybes.

And the green eyed teenager was so incredibly glad to be rid of Nash, and his narcissistic ways.

But Phil thought to soon, and suddenly a certain blue eyed asshole was running up to him. Without Troye here to protect him, Phil had no doubt Nash would be a bitch to him.

You're so pathetic, you can't even stick up for yourself.

The voice in the back of his head screamed.

Just great.

"Hey Phil!" Nash smiled. Phil didn't smile back, and when he didn't say anything the bully continued: "So, all alone now huh?"

Phil still kept his mouth shut, eyes glaring at his feet as he hurried away, and towards the elevator, hoping to be rid of the asshole.

"I don't think I like that new nurse. He seems even more gay then you." Phil started chewing on his lip. They way Nash said 'gay', was like he was physically trying to cut into Phil's skin and make him feel pain. It was like dating boys made you mentally ill.

"And those glasses." Nash made a tisk sound. "Worse then the ones you own. So much...geekier."

Phil wrapped his arms around his skinny frame, hugging himself, and staying quiet.

"What's wrong Phil? Adding mute to another one of your mental illnesses?" Nash laughed like he had said the funniest thing in the world, and Phil tried to keep the tears from flowing as he pressed the elevator button.

The doors opened, and sadly Nash got on as well.

They ride up was quite, other then Phils sniffles and they bad music playing in the backround. Nash checked his hair in the mirror, but the other male kept his arms wrapped around himself like protective amour.

When the doors opened Phil happily hurried out side the in closed area, and tried to ditch Nash with no luck.

"Hey, wait up Phil, this isn't your floor!"

Phil muttered something at his feet and kept on walking, putting one foot in front of the other and ignoring Nash.

"Ooh, so you're not mute. Too bad, you're British accent is pretty annoying."

He kept making nasty comments, but all Phil could think was Dan. Dan. Dan.

Yea, that's right, he was going to visit the beautiful boy stuck in the coma. For the past week, Phil had spent most of the day, when he wasn't in school, taking to Dan.

He sorta opened up to the sleeping stranger, glad to let everything go. Secrets. Insecurities. All of it.

After Pj had finished his studies, he came over to the hospital and told Phil funny stories about his best friend.

Quickly, all Phil could think about we're these one on one sessions with Dan, that were so much better then any therapist. He enjoyed laughing with Pj about a lot of Dans fails. And he had a lot of them.

But in a way, that just made Phil want to know Dan more. His fails were sorta adorable, and endearing. It made Dan more of an approachable human, and not a stranger in an endless sleep.

Yesterday when Pj had visited, he had told Phil that Dan was huge on bands, and today Phil had brought his phone, along with ear buds.

When he entered the room, Phil smiled at the pot of dying flowers on the table next to Dans bed, guessing they were from his parents. Lost in bliss thought he momentarily forgot about Nash.

Phil walked right up to the chair next to Dans bed, sat down, and grabbed his hand.

"Morning Dan." He mumbled to the sleeping boy, keeping his voice down. "I woke up early this morning, and played Pokemon."

Suddenly Nash burst into laughter, making Phil jump and let go of Dans hand.

Nash, still clutching his side walked up to Phil.

"Oh my fucking god, do you really believe he can hear you?!"

Phil just nodded, and Nash smirked, his blue eyes full of amusement.

"All right then, I guess keep making a fool of yourself then Phil. He can't hear you, he's dead to the world!" To prove his point Nash lifted up Dans hand by it's pinkie finger, then dropped it back to the bed.

"Nash, just leave him alone..."

"Or you'll what? Hit me? Kick me? Refuse to eat for a month?!"

Phil looked down at his lap. There really want nothing he could do to get Nash to leave Dan alone, and in that moment he had never felt more helpless.

Tears started to gather in his blue eyes, and Phil quickly looked away.

Nash laughed again. It was a quick, and humorless laugh that made Phils blood run cold. Then he started to poke Dans cheek.

"So what the fuck happened to him?"

Phil thought for a moment. Then he responded: "people like you."

To that, Nash dead panned, and pulled his hand away from Dans cheek. He was obviously shocked that Phil had said something like that. Something that required think, and was also capable of causing mental, but he quickly gathered his feelings and sorted them out.

"What is that suppose to mean?" He snapped at Phil, who flinched.

Nash sneered at him, and clenched his hands into fists. "Explain, Phil!" He practically yelled, and held up his fist threateningly, and Phil looked down at Dan.

"You heard me. I said assholes like you."

Nash looked at Phil, his blue eyes lacking emotion. For the first time, in a long time, Nash was speechless, and the younger male in the room was grateful for that.

Suddenly Phil felt bad. He knew Nash was just a lonely teenage boy living with his grandmother, and dying grandfather who was constantly in and out of the hospital. Maybe I took it to far, Phil scolded himself. Silence could be found though out the whole room.

But the quite didn't last long.

Nash turned to Phil, anger plain on his face.

"Ya know Phil, you should really learn to shut your mouth."

Looks who's talking, the skinny boy thought, chewing nervously on his bottom lip. Nash wouldn't try to hurt him here right?

"It's you're own fault you are in here, you worthless fuck. You make your self an easy target, then beg for attention by starving yourself. Take your ugly head out of your ass!"

Phil flinched with every word, as if Nash was physically hurting him. Each word cutting into his skin, beating his arm, slapping his face. And Phil knew it was true, he was just a pathetic kid, barley surviving what society threw at him.

"As for this loser!" He pointed at Dan. "Whenever he wakes up, he's gonna realize what a freak you are."

Then, Nash spat at Phil's feet. Yea he actually spit on his feet, before stalking out of the room, fuming.

Phil was left alone, trembling, tears making their ways down his cheeks. Feeling more alone then ever, he laid his head on Dans bed, crying into his hands.

Phil's shoulders shook with sobs, and all he could think was; Nash is right. Nash is right. I'm a pathetic loser.

Still trying to calm himself down, Phil pulled out his phone and shoved an earbud in his ear. He gently placed the other one in Dans ear and pressed play on his music.

Fall out Boy blasted in his ear. Pj had told Phil that that were one of Dans favorite bands, and according to one of the nurses, Dan could hear everything that was happening. So maybe, Fall out Boy would help him wake up.

Eventually, Phil cried himself to sleep.

((Hey guys I'm home sick, so enjoy a new update! I'm really bored, and have nothing to do, so if you known any good phanfic's or are writing one you want me to check out pls say so in a comment! I also think I'll update after I get 8 votes on a chapter, so yea... I'll update again after all my chapters achieve that goal. OMG DID U SEE CONNERS NEW VIDEO IM SO PROUD OF HIM FOR COMING OUT!!!!!!!))