One Hit From Broken

Chapter Seven

"Dan! Wake up!" Dan hears a voice shout. He blinks his eyes open to see Phil.

"What?" Dan asks.

"You fell asleep on the carpet after we stopped dancing and were watching the movie." Phil explains. "And-" Phil begins, before being cut off by Dan.

"Oh. Oh.. OH!!!" Dan sat up as he realized what Phil was going to say. "We have school today!" He finally concludes. Phil nods. "Shit! What time is it?"

"Umm... 10:30." Phil's eyes widen as he looks down at his watch.

"We've already missed two classes!" Dan facepalms and then groans.

"Should we just skip today?" Phil says.

"I guess so.. it's the only thing we can really do if we don't want to get our asses whooped for being late." Dan says. Phil nods.

"Okay then.." he smiles. "Free day!" Dan smiles as Phil pumps his fist into the air. (They regret to remember how much work they will have the following day but screw it it's a Wattpad)

'Ding!' Phil's phone goes off, a text appears on the glowing screen. He looks at Dan before turning to his phone and picking it up.

Jack: Phil- I need help.

Phil turns to Dan with a puzzled look on his face, and Dan just shrugs.

Phil: jack- aren't you at school? What's going on?

Jack: I was late for school so I was running through the forest, our normal route, to get there, when I heard noises and I saw Cliff run away...

"Hah. Coincidence." Dan laughs as he reads the texts over Phil's shoulder, referring to the 'not at school' part. Phil nods.

Jack: ...

Phil: and..?

Jack: and.. I saw Mark, yes, the Mark that's usually with Cliff on the ground- and he's hurt really bad. I think a broken arm and maybe a concussion... I'm trying to help him right now but I don't know what to do. Can you please just come here and help?

Phil's eyes widen, looking over to see a just as shocked Dan. Dan gives a slight nod, and Phil looks back to the phone.

Phil: on my way- Dan is coming as well.. just so you know.

Jack: okay.

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"I thought we were gonna relax today." Dan whines as they start to run through the thick brush of the forest. Phil just rolls his eyes. "I think this is the most running I've ever done in my life." He complains again.

"Dan! You're like a 5 year old!" Phil says, finally stopping.

"Sorry.... but can we please just walk from here?" Dan asks. Phil taps his foot.

"Fine. Let's hurry though." Dan nods, proceeding to follow Phil.

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"Dan! Phil! Over here!" Dan and Phil turn both their heads to the sound of a familiar Irish accent. They then move towards it and start to see two figures of the ground. Jack kneeling down in front of a red haired Mark.

"Oh my god!" Phil exclaims as he gets his first look at a beaten and bloodied Mark. "What happened?!"

"I- I don't know.. Marks too 'out of it' to tell me the actual story of what happened." Jack says, his voice wavering a bit. "But that's not important right now- what are we going to do?"

"Right- sorry..." Phil says under his breath with a shake of his head.

"Umm... shouldn't we bring him to the hospital?" Dan chimes in. Jack and Phil look at each other before nodding in unison.