"No," I whimpered, the realisation of what was going on slowly sinking in. "No - Dan!" I ran up to the paramedics. "Is he going to be ok?"
"We don't know yet, sir, but you will be notified as soon as we find out. Can I take a number?"
"Please, let me go with him! He might need me. You know, when he - if he wakes up. Please."
"What relation are you to this man?"
"I'm his boyfriend!"
The paramedic smiled comfortingly. "Ok, sir. Come along, then." I went with them to the hospital and sat in the waiting room while the doctors checked him over. Finally, after what felt like centuries of waiting, a nurse patted me on the shoulder. "Mr. Lester?"
"Hmm?"
"He's awake."
I ran into his room and knelt by the bed, grabbing his hand. "Thank God you're ok," I breathed, looking into his world-weary eyes. "Thank God, I thought you were gone. I thought I'd lost you." We were both crying and he squeezed my hand weakly. "I-I'm sorry, Phil."
"No, no - I'm sorry. I should have noticed how you felt. I should've helped. I should've done something, anything. I'm so sorry."
The doctor coughed quietly behind me and I turned. "There's something you should know," he said.
"What?"
"Mr. Howell here is very lucky to be alive. He took quite a tumble, but - I'm sorry, boys. He'll never walk again."
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What if? (Phan)
Fanfiction"'Phil?' he whispered, reaching his hand out towards me. I took it. 'Yes, love?' 'Don't leave me. I don't know what to do; I'm scared, Phil.'" Dan is rushed off to hospital after a potentially life threatening injury. How will the two cope with the...
