Dan P.O.V.
"Phil?"
My voice is nothing but an echo in an empty body. Within a minute, I could see his familiar blue staring into mine, the waves finally crashing in his ocean eyes.
He grabs my hand, I wince.
"Sorry." He says, shyly looking down toward the door.
"You don't have to wait up, Phil...by the way...what exactly happened?"
He bits his lip, god I wanted so bad to be his lip.
"You...umm.." He puts his hand to his mouth, trying to cover up his crying. "You were lying in the middle of the street...and a car came. He didn't see you."
He collapses in the chair next to my hospital bed, his head in his hands.
"Phil?"
"Phil, what's wrong?"
"Phil Lester, tell me what the hell is going on!"
My voice was starting to quaver, he hadn't looked up at me but I knew what I would see when he did.
"I- I can't do this right now Dan."
The nurse walked in, followed by the doctor I guessed. She checked my IV and shone a light in my eyes. She said something to the doctor that I couldn't hear, but Phil did. He looked up at the mention of it.
The doctor pulls him outside the door and shows him papers on his clipboard...Phil's face fell. I saw him say one last thing and run down the hall...away from me.
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Hours later when I woke up, he sits sleeping in the chair in the corner of the room. A nurse walking by notices that I'm awake and comes into the room. Her bustling around wakes Phil and he sits in the chair, shaking his head and rubbing the sleep from him eyes.
The nurse left a few minutes later and Phil brought himself over to me. He pulled, actually dragged, the chair over next to my hospital bed. The screeching of the legs on the floor hurt my head and I tried to reach up to cover my ears before I noticed my arm in its cast. I look at Phil and back at my arm multiple times and he just stares at me, a look of pity and despair.
"Phil..."I start, not knowing where to lead this, "What's going on?"
He can't bring himself to look into my eyes, he just stares at me, anywhere but my eyes. My arm in its cast; my leg that had multiple stitches running along my calf; my chest, which I now noticed had a tube coming out of it that was attached to another machine.
But he refused to look into my eyes.
"Tell me now, Phil." I continue, my heart sinking into my stomach, the lump in my throat making it difficult to breath.
"I..." He grabs my hand and I squeeze it until out knuckles go white.
"I...I'm dying...aren't I?" I choke out the words and let go of the tears as they wash down my face.
And he looked at me. He really looked.
And in that moment, I saw everything.
I saw the first time we met, the first movie we saw together, the first time we hugged and made a video together, the first time we fought, the last time we made up.
I finally saw myself as Phil saw me.
Infinite.
