DANS POV

Fuck everything ever. Is he doing this on purpose?
I thought to myself as Phil came into the kitchen, looking for his shirt.

I imagined wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him into a kiss, one that's full of passion and excitement. I would push him into my bedroom, falling on top of him on my bed. I would straddle him, and unbutton his shirt...

"Umm Dan, are you okay? You might wanna look down" Phil said, bringing me back to earth. I did as he said, and looked down, noticing an enormous bulge.

"Shit" I murmured under my breath, before running to the bathroom. I sat and played crossy road until I was okay to go outside again.

My phone rang, and I noticed that it was PJ.

"Oh hey peej, how's it go..."

"It's Chris, apparently he overdosed and now he's in hospital"

"Shit, that sucks. Do you wanna come over here?"

"No, I want you to come to the hospital."

"Consider me coming, do you want Phil too?"

"No, not Phil. He doesn't know how I feel about Chris"

"Ugh fine. I'm on my way. Which hospital?"

"The usual one."

"Shit, he must be bad"

"Yeah"

We live in the countryside, and there is a special undercover hospital where recovering drug addicts and alcoholics go. Chris was there apparently. I feel sorry for him.

I got a taxi to the undercover hospital, and met PJ in the cafeteria. I saw a nurse come out, and call PJ's name.