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Hi! So, I ended up not updating later on yesterday because I had to go to the doctor's to see what's up with me and why I'm vomiting all over the place. The doctor said I was just dehydrated but I told her I've been drinking at least ten cups of water a day. So, now we're going to have to do a bunch of tests on me to make sure I'm not dying.. *watch it just be a stomach virus* But, if I end up dying, I'll make sure to finish this story before I pass. Even if that means dying with a laptop on my chest :3 Yeah, so lets not get sad and all. Here's chapter 13 of It's Actually Kind of Funny!!! 
-Oh and thank you all so much for 540 reads and 40 votes!! I love you all!- 

Next Day Lunch- Day 3 at The Priory Hospital in Altrincham 

*Dan's POV*

I sat in the cafeteria next to Jason and Luke who were too caught up in their own conversation to even notice me. I didn’t mind, I just smiled at the fact that Jason and Luke were getting closer to each other every time they saw one another. I couldn’t help but gloat at the fact that if it weren’t for me Jason wouldn’t even have met Luke.

I looked over at the other table, where I saw Phil sitting with Charlie and Cat, talking to them with a huge smile on his face. I grinned to myself, noticing how looked visibly better than when I first laid eyes on him. His pale skin had more color to it and his eyes were a brighter shade of blue. He even looked healthier since he had been eating at every meal we had.

After music exploration, Phil and I agreed that we wouldn’t hang out with each other until after his therapy session today. I had to meet up with Dr. Armstrong, who was coming here as well to discuss when I could get out of this place. But, even though I knew I’d be seeing Phil shortly after the sessions we were having after lunch, I couldn’t help but feel like there was something missing.

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Lunch quickly passed and I headed to my dorm, Dr. Armstrong already sitting in a chair with his notepad in his hands. I sat down on my bed, facing his direction as he smiled at me. “Hey Dan, how are we doing?” he took out his pen and prepared to jot things into his notepad. “Well, obviously not that great,” sarcasm leaked through my voice, “I mean, I’m in a mental hospital.” He laughed, noting my sarcasm as a good sign.

“So, how did we end up in here?” he looked up from his notepad after he was done taking notes. I gave him the whole rap, starting from Friday night at Chris’s, to the session I had with him on Saturday, to the vomiting Saturday night, to how I planned on committing suicide, finishing off with how I entered myself in here. He quickly wrote in his booklet, lining his pen to the pace of my voice.

“Have you experienced anything the doesn’t usually happen in your basic life?” Dr. Armstrong looked at me, studying my expression. I smiled and I remembered everything that has been happening these past three days. “Actually, yeah,” I breathed, “The man in my stomach kind of disappeared and I’ve been eating all of my meals with no problems, sometime even having seconds.” I perked up and in my sitting position and Dr. Armstrong stayed silent, indication for me to go on. “I kind of ditched Chris and took a break from PJ,” I sighed, “I’ve been trying to introduce myself to new people in here instead.”

Dr. Armstrong smiled at me, looking like he knew I made a great decision. “That’s great Dan!” he sounded enthusiastic, “So, who are these new peoples you’re talking to?” I thought about everyone I had met, Luke, Jason, Cat, Charlie, but most of all, Phil. “I’ve been mainly talking to only three although I sometimes I talk to a girl named Cat and boy named Charlie,” I grinned. Dr. Armstrong nodded and continued listening to my babbling. “I’ve been mainly talking to my dorm mate, Jason, and another patient who’s now apparently Jason’s best friend, Luke, and another patient I met, Phil,” I smiled at the sound of his lifting off of my lips.

Dr. Armstrong noticed how I was smiling after I had said Phil’s name and decided to question it. “How does this boy Phil make you feel?” he looked into my eyes, trying to read everything in my mind. I started to blush, “Well, ever since I first talked to him I had this urge to protect him and care for him because he’s so fragile,” I stopped myself from going into a rant, “He kind of gives me another reason to live.” Dr. Armstrong began to write in his notepad again but this time he had a smile on his face.

He closed his book and looked up at me. I just stared back expectantly, causing there to be an almost awkward silence between us before he interjected. “Well, Dan, if you keep improving at the pace you’re on right now,” he smiled, “You should be out of here by Saturday.” A huge smile dashed across my face as I bounced up in position.

“I’ll be back here tomorrow so we can actually have a normal therapy session, instead of discussing when you’re leaving,” Dr. Armstrong got up from his seat and began to leave the room, bumping into Phil who was outside the door. “You must be Phil,” Phil shook his hand, “Dan has told me lots about you.” Dr. Armstrong winked at me before leaving, causing me to laugh and shake my head.

*Phil’s POV*

Dan talked about me during his session with his shrink? I kept wondering what he could of said but dismissed the thoughts as I entered his room. “Hey, nice to see you again,” I laughed, sitting down on the bed next to him. I felt the immediate chemistry between us and looked into his eyes. He must’ve felt something too because he got very tense all of a sudden. “For after like what? Twelve hours?” Dan sarcastically giggled, shaking off what we were both feeling while sitting next to each other.

“So, what happened? What did your shrink say?” I asked, sounding almost too expectant. Dan noted my desperation to know what he said about me and smiled. “We just talked about how I ended up here and how things have changed for me while during my stay here so far,” he turned towards me, “He said I should be out of this place by Saturday.”

The words struck my ears and I jumped up with excitement. Dan looked at me confused and I couldn’t stop smiling. “My shrink said I’m getting out of here on Saturday too!” I chirped with excitement filling my voice. A huge smile hit Dan’s confused look right off his face as he hugged me. “I’m so happy for you!” he hugged me tighter.

Suddenly, a thought hit me and I pushed out of Dan’s embrace, a sad look coming into my eyes. “Dan?” I looked at him, seeing how his expression changed as well, “Are we going to stay in touch when we leave?” A shocked look came across his as if he was petrified at why I would even ask that question. “Of course we will!” Dan looked into my eyes, “Why would you even ask that?”

I looked down at my hands, now interlocking with his. “It’s just usually people tend to leave me when they know I’m doing better,” a tear slipped my eye, landing on Dan’s hand. Dan took his hands out of mine and placed them around my back, enveloping me into his chest. “Phil,” he squeezed me tighter for reassurance, “I would never leave you, and you’re worth too much. You gave me another reason to live and I would never give that up.”

I looked back into his eyes, “Do you really mean it?” He nodded and smiled at me, proving that he wasn’t going to leave me anytime soon. I realized in that moment that he was the only person in my life that hadn’t left me. The only person that wouldn’t abandon me when I would be in my most vulnerable state. All I could do was take him into another hug to feel the presence of someone that would be with me for a long time. To take in the presence of the man I was slowly falling in love with. Even if we knew each other for less than three days, I couldn’t help but develop these feelings for him. He was the only one in my life that genuinely cared about me, and didn’t just fake it until I was getting better.

*Dan’s POV*

Phil and I got to skip the activities after lunch because of our therapy sessions. We stayed in my dorm, discussing anything that came to our heads. Dinnertime came and I decided to skip it this time since I still hadn’t digested the amount of food I ate during lunch. I told Phil that I wanted to stay in the dorm and he quickly hugged me before leaving the room. 

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A half hour had passed and I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling. But, this time, I wasn’t lying in bed because I felt like crap. I actually felt amazing; I realized how I was improving and it only made me happier. I noticed how Phil was improving as well and it made me smile to myself. Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door. I thought it was Phil, who probably just finished his meal early and came back to finish our discussion about randomness.

“Come in,” I shouted enthusiastically and a figure walked into the room. My eyes widened at whom I saw. Soft, green eyes stared directly at me, curly brown hair contrasting with fair toned skin. The figure wore a nice green and white shirt and black skinny jeans. I realized whom I was staring at and all my feelings came rushing back into my head. PJ.

OOOOH. CLIFF HANGER. Sorry guys, but come one, who doesn’t need a little suspense in their lives. Anyways, I’ll try my hardest to upload later today because I feel bad about leaving you guys wondering like this. Did you like the chapter? Sorry, there wasn’t as much Phan as I thought there would be. Let me know in the comments! Thanks for reading, feel free to leave feedback! Bye <3