iamnotdanisnotonfire:

summary:  Phil felt like he was going to throw up, because he really didn’t like this. His head was spinning, probably not helped by the painkillers in his veins and the blood loss from just a few hours earlier. He could die trying for Dan’s second chance at life, or he could just walk away and put up with the loss like any other human being would have to.
It was reckless. It was stupid. It was self-destructive.
He knew he would regret it for the rest of his life if he missed this chance.

rating: mature (damn what thats so hardcore)

warnings will be posted with their corresponding chapters, but please note major character death/coma/afterlife are themes throughout!!! 

one: stuck in the jet wash

two: definitely bit off more than i can chew

three: bad trip.

four: black banners raised

five: empty your sadness

read it on ao3

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