Phil's POV

As promised, I was released a few days later to go home. Dan guided me everywhere. Once we arrived to the flat, he carefully showed me to the sofa, where I sat and just breathed.

They took me to a blind rehab centre where they showed and explained how to use the blind cane they gave me. They also gave me shaded glasses, but I didn't see the point. They said it was to protect the eyes from ultraviolet radiation and from the sun, or something like that. My eyes weren't sore and the didn't hurt, however, but I went along with it. The last thing I needed was to damage them further.

"Phil?" Dan said. "Is there anything I can get you?"

I told him no.

"Are you going to be okay?"

I told him I was fine. It was late at night by the time we got back. "I just want to go to bed."

"Oh, alright," he said. "Let me help you."

Dan helped me to stand up, and I attempted to use the cane to feel around where my room would be. I tried to envision the layout of our flat, but it was impossible. I crept along, worried Dan was watching, and gave up. Frustrated, I dipped my head down and began to cry. I held the cane tightly, but didn't want to use it.Dan's voice appeared by my shoulder.

"Do you need help?" he asked.

I didn't answer, but he still gave me his hands and helped me to my room.

"Just sit here," he said, and placed me on the edge of my bed. I listened to him rummaging through my dresser.Eventually, he placed something soft and cotton-like in my lap.

"Your pajamas," he explained. He unfolded them for me and let me feel out the shape of it.

"Thank you," I said.

"Can you get undressed by yourself?" he asked. "Can I help you with anything else?"

"I can do it," I said, "and no, I'm fine."

"Call me if you need me," he said, trying to be helpful.

"Okay."

I undressed myself when heard Dan close my door, and threw my clothes to the ground. I didn't know if I put on the pajamas the right way, backwards, inside out or anything else that could be wrong, but I didn't care. I was able to get into bed and lay down, unsure and not caring if the light was turned off. It didn't matter. I took off the sunglasses and threw them to who knows where.

I tried to think about what life would be like without being able to see. How was I going to make videos? What would happen when I met a fan? Were they going to like me less? And Dan... I didn't want to be a burden on him. Maybe he would like me less too....

Dan's POV

I couldn't get over how miserable Phil looked. I know he hated the cane and I know he was so upset. I wondered if he would ever be happy again.

It was very late, and the light was still on in his room. I went over to find him asleep, so I turned it off and went to my own room. After an hour of attempting to sleep as well, I heard a scream, and I stood up and ran to Phil's room.

He was gripping onto his bed like a cat, shaking and crying. His fingers were dug into the mattress and his legs were frozen.

"Dan!" he yelled again, unaware that I was at the door.

I put my hands on his shoulders to calm him. "Phil, shh!" I said softly. "Shh, it's okay, I'm here. What's wrong?"

"Dan," he said again. He began to fumble words, unsure of what to say. "I-I almost fell off the bed. I c-can't sleep like t-this. I-I'm too..." he said, his breath unsteady and hitching at every other word.

I sat next to him and guided him to sit up. I then hugged him. "Are you... scared?"

He nodded into my shoulder.

"Do you want me to sleep with you?"

He seemed a bit surprised by my solution, but again nodded. He let go and I laid down with him, keeping him tucked under my arm so he would feel safe.

"Phil?" I whispered.

"Yes?"

"You can always call me if you need me," I assured. "I'm here for you."

He sniffed. "Thank you," he said, still sadly.

As his breathing calmed and he drifted off to sleep, I wondered how long it would be like this. Would he recover and be like he was before? What he was going through wasn't fair. He didn't deserve this. I then decided that no matter what happened - I didn't care how hard it would be or how much I had to do - that I would take care of Phil. I would make sure I can make it as easy for him as possible and help him with everything. I would remind him how capable he was to still be able to do things, and eventually he'd get used to it and things can be normal for him. I would be there for him. He's the most important person in my life.

I felt confident enough to accomplish what I had now set out to do. I pulled his body closer to mine.