The only way to get out was to dress up as doctors and leave the apparently low secruity place. PJ set us up with some uniforms and told us we had 30 minutes before we had to "get our asses back here".
As Phil doesn't show his face a lot we decided he would play doctor and I'd be in a wheel chair, blanket covering me, as we walked out. Once outside the ward it would be plain sailing... or so I hoped. I'm surprised Phil went along with the ridiculous idea but he did, and no one stopped us which was crazily unbelievable!

We got outside and I quickly jumped out of the wheel chair and we both walked casually to the Costa machine in the main hospital.
"I wish this was Starbucks!" I moaned like the common white girl I am
"I'm just happy to have any kind of coffee" Phil mumbled and played with his sleeves. PJ was nice enough to lend us some money a friend had sent him in so we both got a coffee and decided on a place to stay for a little while.

We found a nice open space, it was a basket ball court (a new edition to the hospital) made for "mental people" to stay fit. Although according to Phil you're only aloud in if you're not a threat and it's on a Sunday.
"Who excises on a Sunday!?" I exclaimed, making Phil laugh
"A lot of people dear Daniel"
"Blasphemy!" I cried out and it echoed along the walls making us burst into laughter. I sighed after a while and lay down on the wooden floor "Im tried from just thinking about exercise" Phil giggled and took a log gulp of his drink. His eyes suddenly went wide and watered.
"Too hot?" I laughed out and Phil wagged his tongue in the air, nodding madly. After a minute or two he seemed okay again. We sat together, not really talking, just drink (carefully) and enjoying the view the sky light gave. The clouds were so beautiful, pure white against pale blue. It was a perfect day.
"it's nice here" I spoke softly as I turned my head sideways to look at Phil. He seemed very anxious and kept messing with his sleeves.
"I don't like it. Can we go back now? Please!?" He begged, his eyes watering over. He kept messing with his shirt and I saw it lift up. My eyes widened as I saw faint bruises and red marks up his arm. I could barely believe it, he had either done this to himself or someone had hurt him... but who would hurt Phil?

"what's wrong?" I questioned, my voice low as if he were a puppy that I'd scare away.
"I-I" he was looking everywhere but at me
"you need to take your mind off things... let's play a game" I sat up and smiled at him, trying to lighten the mood and get to know Phil at the same time.
"I don't think so. I'm not in the mood" he said sighing and tracing his finger across the floor.
"Not a basket ball game. A question one!" I smiled but he didnt seem too sure "comon, it'll be fun" I urged and he finally nodded, sitting up too.

"Okay the rules are simple. I'll ask a question and you answer but have to answer with a question back. Got it?" I explained
"Yeah" he nodded
"Easy one: favourite colour?"
"Brown" he said and I nodded and raised an eyebrow at him so he'd continue "um... yours?"
"Black! Speaking of emo trash, favourite band?" I asked
"Muse, you?" I didn't mind that his questions were always the same back, he liked muse for fuck sake! This dude was awesome
"I'm always a whore for muse!" I smirked and Phils eyes widened.
"You like them?" He was smiling so wide now "that's awesome! Oh sorry... yeah the game... I took your question" he became sad again and I resisted the urge to hug him.
"Don't worry. Muse are awesome and totally worth me missing my question" I winked. I thought about my question for a moment and finally asked "how did you know my name?"
"I walk around a lot, I end up eavesdropping... A lot of people are talking about you" he told me
"Good things I hope?" I chuckled
"Oi that was my question" he replied with a laugh. I placed an arm over him
"I'm sorry philly. What's your question?" he flinched underneath my touch and he knocked my hand off him.
"why did you come? Why are you dragging me out here? Why are you even talking to me!?" He cried and pushed me away. On instinct I reached out and grabbed his arm, making him flinch more. I released remembering the bruising and instead looked him straight in the eyes
"because I want to help you, you're always in that room and I-"
"no Dan!" He cut me off "You can't just waltz into my life and try to save me. It doesn't work like that. It's not some Disney movie with a fairy tale ending!" A tear fell down his cheek. I reached forward gently, I hesitated, judging Phils emotions before I pressed my thumb against his skin and rubbed away the wet tear.
"Everyone deserves a happy ending Phil, you only live once" I took a deep breath before I quoted something I had probably seen on tumblr "He who's not busy being born is busy dying."
"what even are you?" Phil smiled even though tears were streaming now.
"I'm Dan Howell and I'm here to save you"