"Forgotten Friendship" ~A Phanfic

"That's not what an arm looks like."

"Someone!! Call 9-1-1!" A girl screams, waving down any passing automobiles.

"...C-C'mon, Bear, stay with m-me." A delicate, terrified young man clutches his best friend's cold hands as the one known as 'Bear' is beginning to fade.

"Please don't... Leave me..."

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*Phil's POV*

"Bear...? Is that... You?" I whisper.

"Phil...? Who's Bear?" My best friend, Daniel James Howell, has woken from a week-long coma and spoken the only words I didn't want to hear. Yet it still replays in my mind.

"T-that's you, Dan..." My eyes start to water. This is what the doctors predicted would happen.

"What do you mean...?" I see he hasn't lost his sarcasm.

"Dan, do-" The doctor cuts me off.

"We'll take it from here, Philip." She snaps, then her voice softens. "We need to ask him some basic questions, to get a feel for what state his mind is in."

"What the hell is going on?!" Dan grumbles.

"Daniel, we're going to ask you some basic questions. If any are too personal, or if you can't recall the answer, feel free to say so."

"Okay..." He says warily.

"1. What is your full name?"

"Daniel James Howell."

"2. What is the last major event you remember, before waking up?"

"Hmm... I was at the Manchester Eye... With him." He points to me. "Phil Lester."

But Dan, that was over 5 years ago.

"And what year is it right now, Daniel?"

"2009." The doctor, expressionless, scribbles something on her clipboard. And somehow, I don't think I'm breathing anymore. Dan forgot everything that happened in the past 5 years.

"How old are you?"

"18."

"What city are you in right now?"

"Manchester." Dan, we're in London.. Two blocks from our home... The doctor scribbles more onto the clipboard.

"And one more. Where were you born?"

"Wokingham, United Kingdom."

The doctor stands up, says, "Thank you for cooperating, Daniel, I've come to a diagnosis."

"Well, what is it?" Says Dan, tugging at the hospital bracelet clinging to his arm.

"You have severe long-term post-traumatic amnesia. It's a condition where the memory loses recent memories from after a traumatic experience to as far as 10 years." Explains the doctor.

"Wait.. What traumatic experiance?" Oh no.

"Philip, would you mind explaining the cause of this?"

Kind of, yeah. "Not at all." I clear my throat, only to find myself speaking at a whisper. "There was a crash... And your head.. And if you'll look at your arm..." I can't take it.. He's so clueless. "It's 2015, Dan... We're in London, in a hospital a few blocks away from the apartment that we share..."

He looks down and gasps, "That's not what an arm is supposed to look like." Then he turns his attention to me. "So what you guys are saying is I'm missing the past 5 and a half years of my life? And we share an apartment?" A slight blush is visible on his face.

"Yeah.." Now he's got me blushing. "And one more thing."

"Mhh?"

"We're famous."

A/N

Well hello there
We meet again
Since every other story i've written is a fail i think this one might be the charm...
But hey, um, i'm back, and ACTIVE. wooooo!
So thx friends (addressing my 7 followers *~*) for sticking around

~Hann <3