Ninety Nine Days - Phan (Boyxboy)

Chapter 3

Dan's POV

I stepped onto the road and started walking towards the two cars and a tall, plump policeman with wispy white hair peeking out from under his hat stopped me.

"Sorry, sir, you can't go past here. Road's closed off. See?" He said, holding me back with one hand and pointing to some police tape which was around the whole area.
"B-but m-my friend's in there..."

"Name?"
"Dan Howell... I-I mean Phil Lester..." I stammered, trying to look over his broad shoulders to see where Phil was. The officer looked through a few sheets of paper, and then back down at me, before nodding and letting me through. I didn't thank him, or even say another word to him. I just wandered across the road, trying not to stare at the people from the other car.

I couldn't help it. I looked at a woman - who was clearly distraught - and a man covered in blood sitting on the path next to their car, which didn't look that bad... Compared to... Then I realised. Compared to Phil's car. The other car (which was much bigger) had been moved away from Phil's a little, and Phil's door was being cut out off so the paramedics could get to Phil easier.

I wondered how it had happened. It looked terrible. I looked around quickly to see a short, thin woman making her way towards me and my eyes widened.
"Phil..." I started. "Where's Phil..." "Who are you?" She questioned, frowning as she looked from me to a clipboard in her hands. She spoke in a calm voice but there was no time to be calm.

"Where's my baby?!"
"Please, sir, I can see you're clearly distraught but you need to tell me who you are!" She raised her voice to try and settle me.
"I need to know where Phil Lester is! Please! I... I need to see him!" I said, trying not to kick up a fuss. "Is he okay?! How badly is he hurt?!" I asked before she could even open her mouth to give me a reply.

"Why aren't you answering me?! Don't tell me he's dead... Please don't tell me he's dead..." I pleaded. My eyes wandered over to Phil's car again. The whole driver's side of the car was crushed. "He's got to be okay... He's just got to!"

"Sir..." She started slowly and quietly so she didn't make me worse. "I need you to calm down and tell me who you are."
"Dan Howell! Phil's friend!" I cried, "please! Let me see him..."
"Thank you," She said with a relieved sigh. "Right this way..."

She led me through the crash scene to Phil's car, but she said I wasn't allowed to get any closer to the cars, because there'd be a risk that I would get in the way of the paramedics. I nodded reluctantly and watched from a distance, but I was still close enough to hear what the people were saying.

I shuddered as I heard the words, 'Philip? Philip, can you hear me?' and I suddenly dropped to my knees as I watched two paramedics drag Phil's unconscious body from the wreckage. His seat was covered in glass, mixed with the crimson blood that was coming out of serious looking gashes on his head and forearm.

They laid him down on the wet road and I screamed as one of them knelt down beside him and started pressing down on his chest. The other one timed him and told him to stop, before tilting Phil's head back and checking for a pulse in his neck. I curled up and sobbed into my hands. Orders were being shouted to the paramedics who were preparing inside the ambulance.

"His breathing is severely laboured, possible lung collapse along with severe head trauma-"
I couldn't listen to them any longer, nor look at the horrific sight.
"It's all my fault, it's all my fault, it's all my fault," I whimpered. It was heart breaking to see. But then one of them called for the others, and they conferred between each other before nodding to the rest of them.

The people from the other car let out a little cheer and applauded the paramedics as the woman came back over to me and told me that they'd found a pulse. That Phil was alive. She didn't confirm that he was okay, or that he would be okay, but he was alive and that was all I needed.

An agonising pain shot through my chest as I cried, and I somehow managed to stand back up and watch as the woman brought a stretcher from the ambulance to where Phil was lying. I let out a huge sigh and watched carefully as they strapped him to the stretcher. They kept him so still it was hard to tell if he was breathing.

"C-can I see him?" I asked quietly, between huge sobs. No one was around to hear me; they were all tending to Phil. I staggered into the road, where he was being strapped up tightly, and stared at the motionless body on the stretcher. The ambulance's lights lit up the whole evacuated street and hurt my watery eyes. I kept away from the paramedics and the other important looking people and backed away slowly as one of them approached me.

"Excuse me, sir, who are you? If you aren't involved in the accident I'm afraid you'll have to move along. You can't stay here. It's not safe," the tall man explained as he stopped in front of me. I didn't take much notice of what he looked like but I remember he had chocolate brown hair that swept over his left eye and shiny hazel eyes.
"No, no, I..." I started but I looked behind him and saw Phil and broke down into a flood of tears.

The man turned around and looked at Phil too, and then spun back around on his heel to face me.
"Is he a friend of yours?" He questioned and I nodded. He sighed but didn't say anything after that. He just put his arm around me and tried to comfort me the best he could and brought me closer to Phil.

A paramedic tried to protest and said I couldn't get too close to Phil, but the man explained to her that I needed to be with him. He muttered something to her, something I didn't quite catch, and she gave me a sympathetic look and nodded. I felt like a small child, confused and alone, with no one to turn to.