*Phils pov*
i just sat there staring at him for hours like i had done for the past month. everyday i've been here right beside his hospital bed, hoping, praying, that soon he'd wake up. it was all such a blur the accident. i just wish it was me in that hospital bed right now. we were both in that crash, why? why did i get out so easily with barely a scratch and dan didn't? The doctors tell me he's improving slightly every day. But i don't buy it. He always looks the same to me. Motionless. The only thing that moves is his tiny chest. At least i know that he's still breathing. Thats always a good thing. Somedays i'll bring my laptop and stick sherlock or death note on. I'll sit there talking about it as if me and dan were back at home on a friday night. I don't even know if he can hear a word i say but i don't care. I still do it anyway I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder when one of the nurses whispered "excuse me sir, i'm terribly sorry but visiting time is over now, i'm going to have to ask you to leave" i slowly pulled myself up out of my chair and said "wow is it that time already? Best be off for tonight then, cya tomorrow Gladys" I couldn't not be nice to this nurse, she'd been looking out for me since day one. Asking me if i needed to talk, wanted a coffee, needed something to eat. I often took the offers for food and drink however the talk i could never do. I wouldn't know what to say i needed to talk to someone, but someone who i wasn't afraid of crying in front of. I began to venture back home, i decided to walk today, i needed fresh air at some point i suppose. Plus it gave me time to think of someone i could talk to. Then it hit me. Why hadn't i thought if this earlier? how could i of forgotten to tell him? As soon as i got home i dialled the number and after a couple of rings he answered. "Hey phil, hows it going? is everything alright?"
