A/N: A last, long chapter! I would have drawn this ending out a lot longer but honestly I doubt I'm ever going to come back to this story. This is the ending I wrote a long time ago that ruined my life.

Thank you all for staying with me through this story! I love you all :D

"Oh Phil, I'm so sorry, I never should have convinced you to try…." Dan pleaded, leading Phil into his room as the older man leaned heavily on him, face sheet-white.

"It's fine, I-"Phil threw up again, barely making it to the garbage can as he dropped to his knees and emptied his stomach.

"Oh god, Phil…." Dan leaned over his friend's body and rubbed his back comfortingly.

"Dan…..help me up…please….I…..can't….." Phil struggled weakly. He was about to collapse.

"Ok Phil, ok." Dan put his hands under Phil's arms and pulled upwards. He got Phil up on his unsteady legs, then pushed him back gently until his sore body found the sheets.

Phil lay down and shut his eyes as he put his head on the pillow, his complexion matching the sheets.

"Phil, do you need anything?" Dan whispered, guilt racking his insides.

"Go….Please….."

Dan felt his heart crack.

"Ok Phil, alright. I'm so sorry, I never should of-"

"No, not because of that."

"Then what?"

Phil opened his eyes again, the glazed over tiredness and pain looking orbs focusing on a faraway point.

"I'm awful just to see."

Phil's voice was so raspy and weak, yet these words seemed to resonate in Dan's mind, bouncing and echoing in the dark caverns within.

"You're not, you're beautiful, like always…."

"No, Dan, I'm not."

And as if to prove him point, he reached up to his head, shaking fingertips brushing as some falling black hair strands.

"My hair's falling out," Phil whispered, tears brimming in his eyes, still refusing to meet Dan's gaze. "And I feel soggy from the chemo."

Dan grasped Phil's wandering hand, gently pulling it away from his head. He pulled it into both of his, and held onto it, protected its broken fragility.

"I'm counting down the days." Phil murmured. "Till it's all over."

"The hardest part is going to be leaving you."

Dan felt the hot tears begin again, rolling down his pale cheeks.

"Don't speak like that Phil, it's not over, it's not-"

"This just isn't living."

…

As he led Phil down the corridor on his arm, Dan felt a horrible hope. He second guessed his motives again. This could make Phil terribly sick.

As the nurses strapped an IV into Phil's arm and added the tube that would give Phil the chemo, Phil looked at Dan and tried to smile.

Dan could tell it was a pretence. He could also tell when Phil felt the chemo enter his bloodstream. His face suddenly closed off and became pursed, his skin paling to a dull, dead, grey.

He didn't talk the whole three hours. Just shrunk further into his leaning chair and closed his eyes, only breaking the silence to cough.

Dan didn't say anything either, just brushed the hair from Phil's face and stroked his limp hand.

When the tubes were detached Phil looked at the floor with obvious pain in his now dark eyes.

When he sat up, Dan watched as he swooned in his chair, eyes shutting tight, grabbing onto his chair so he didn't fall out. Wordlessly, he fumbled blindly for the bin, and threw up, his whole body shaking with the strain. That was when Dan knew.

He had made Phil very, very sick.

...

"They say the most beautiful angel's make the cruelest demons. And my darling you were so bright and beautiful, before they dragged you down to hell."

"Phil, go to bed."

Phil was too tired to even fight it. He was exhausted.

He let Dan swing an arm around him and guide him down the hall.

When his knees buckled and he almost fell Dan gave up on the idea of Phil walking again. Dan wrapped one of his arms Phil's back and the other under his knees and lifted.

He had lost so much weight Dan didn't even find him heavy.

Dan carried Phil to his bed and placed him down as gently as possible.

He sat down on the side of the bed and looked down at his flatmate.

"Are you in pain?"

"No. Just a little tired is all," Phil rasped.

Dan didn't believe him. He made Phil swallow a painkiller and a glass of water.

After he had choked on the water he settled down and looked at Dan.

"Dan, what do you think dying feels like?"

He regretted saying it as soon as the words passed through his lips.

Dan went white, as white as he had on the day Phil told him he had cancer.

"Don't say that," Dan said quietly.

"I'm sorry."

There was silence for a little bit.

"It's just, I've been getting worse lately. I'm more tired, I'm in more pain, I can't eat….."

"Let's cross that bridge when we come to it."

"Ok." He leaned back into the pillows.

"Do you want me to get your tank?"

"Please."

Dan left then came back a few seconds later with the oxygen tank. He rolled it up to the bed and helped Phil but the little nubbins under his nose and the tubing behind his ears.

Phil took in a deep, easy breath.

"Better?"

"Better."

More silence.

"It's just….." Phil bit his lip.

"What?"

"What about my, you know….."

"I've got your funeral sorted out Phil. I'll take care of that stuff. You don't need to worry about it." Dan bit his lip so hard he tasted blood. This isn't Phil talking, this is the cancer talking.

"Thank you Dan. Now I can die knowing everything is okay."

Dan choked a little, but tried to hide it.

"You're welcome."

Phil's eyes became distant as he stared at the ceiling.

"I'm going to miss everyone so much. You, our friends, my parents, the fans, everyone."

"Phil." Dan's voice sounded strained.

"Sorry."

"By the way, I forgot to thank you."

"For what?"

"For taking care of me."

Dan's tongue seemed to swell and he looked away.

"You're welcome."

When he turned back, Phil had fallen asleep. He was so tired lately.

Dan was so worried about him. He just wanted Phil to be ok. He knew it wasn't possible, but that was all he wanted in the world.

He knew Phil's time was approaching. He could see it in his face, he could see it in the way Phil could do littler and littler by himself.

And now, with Phil asking about these things, it just wasn't like anything Phil had talked about before. It sounded, defeatist.

He stood in Phil's doorway, just looking at is friend. He couldn't bring himself to leave. He felt like he had to be right next to him. Like nothing in the world was more important than this moment.

He crossed the room and curled up into the armchair next to Phil's bed, crossed his arms, and closed his eyes.

And there they slept. Phil in his bed, and Dan in the armchair.

They say some dogs know when death is coming instinctually. Dan thought later that this might have been what happened with Phil. And deep down, he knew he had felt it too.

…

"Dan, I think it's the end."

Phil's voice cut through the fogginess of Dan's mind in an instant.

He moved his chair so it faced the bed, grasping onto Phil's hand, his heart in his throat.

"It's ok Phil. We'll be ok." His voice broke on the last word as tears started to leak from his eyes.

"I want to be scared, but I'm just too tired."

"It's ok Philly just rest. I'm right here."

"I know you are," Phil closed his eyes and smiled. It was just a twitch of his lips. "You always are. Thank you for always being with me."

Dan felt his throat clench as another stream of tears came out from his overflowing eyes. His body shook under the strain of trying not to sob out loud.

"It was my pleasure. After all, I was the one that stalked you, remember?"

Phil chuckled, a raspy gurgle.

"Yeah, I remember. I think my best memory was when I met you in real life. I was so happy. All I could think was I had met my other half."

"Me too." Dan whispered.

Phil's face seemed to drop a few shades as he relaxed under his green and blue duvet.

"Dan, I don't think I'll be able to hold on much longer."

This time Dan couldn't hold it anymore. He sobbed out loud, the force racking though his body. Phil cracked open his eyes, and squeezed Dan's hand feebly. His indescribably coloured orbs stared into Dan's chocolate ones.

"I'm not scared, so you shouldn't be either."

Dan tried to smile, the tears streaming down his cheeks as he held Phil's hand.

"Everyone always said you were an angel Phil. Now you can go and prove them right."

"I will Bear."

"I'll miss you Lion."

Phil closed his eyes again and his stammering breaths quietly stuttered to a stop.

He looked at peace.

And then Dan lost it. He sobbed so hard he shook the bed, his tears falling into Phil's raven hair as he hugged his broken angel into his chest.

The monsters had won.

Meeting you was fate. Becoming your friend was a choice. But falling in love with you, that was beyond my control.