Hypnotised (Magnets Book 2)

Chapter 13

Dan's POV

"Thanks buddy," Chris said as he shook my hand.

"No worries. We should do it again some time," I answered.

Turns out Chris had wanted to do a video collab with me. It had been a good one, with lots of laughs and banter.

I walked home quickly, as I could see storm clouds gathering on the horizon. The wind had started to pick up as well; leaves were blowing around on the pavement, umbrellas flipping inside out.

I enjoyed storms a lot. I found moments when the weather was raging outside and I was inside in the warmth of our apartment quite peaceful. It reminded me of my days in Manchester, and wether that was a good or bad thing I had yet to decide.

When I reached the apartment, I walked in to find Phil sitting on the couch, a mug of tea by him that looked like it hadn't been touched. He was staring at the wall, a blank expression on his face. He appeared to be deep in thought, but on closer inspection I could see a trace of worry in his eyes.

"Phil?" I said, waving my hand in front of his face. He snapped out of his daze.

"Oh, hey Dan," he said, smiling at me. A fake smile.

"What's wrong?" I asked him. I could tell there was something going on.

"Nothing. How's Chris?" He asked.

"He's good. How did your doctors appointment go?"

Immediately, the smile faded away. "Um," he said, scratching his head.

"What?" I said, a trace of worry creeping into my tone.

"Well, she's not sure..." He trailed off.

"And...?"

"I have to the hospital to get an MRI on Monday..."

"What?"

"Just to check for a tumour... She said my chances of actually having one were pretty low, though."

I felt the floor open up beneath me, threatening to swallow me. "You can't have..."

Phil stood up and grabbed my arm. He sat me on the couch before my legs gave way.

"They're not completely sure... She said it could a number of other things..." He tried to reassure me before I went into a full-blown panic attack. His reassurances sounded empty.

"Dan?" He said. I tried to calm my breathing. Eventually my chest stopped heaving and my airways seemed big enough. He collapsed onto the couch next to me on the couch. His back was slumped, his expression dark. Rain had started to fall outside, pelting against the windows relentlessly as lightning flashed.

I did not feel comforted by this storm. I grabbed Phil's hand buried my face in his shoulder. His hand reached and stroked my hair.

"You could have cancer," I stated, as if I needed to confirm the fact for myself.

"I could not have cancer," he said.

"I guess we'll see on Monday."

"Yep."

And then we just sat in silence. I tried not to think about it that much. About the fact that if he did have cancer both of our lives would be flipped on our heads. Everything would come apart. I knew I was being a pessimist, that I was letting the worse part of my teen years take over. It engulfed me in a darkness.

I couldn't lose Phil. After everything had seemed lost and when there was nothing left to say and when I'd given up, he appeared and he was there for me. He dug me out of that hole- or more accurately, pulled me back off the edge. His shirts were wet with my tears but he didn't care. He was the only one that stuck by me when I was hurting. When my dad died, he was the shoulder I leaned on.

I felt a guilt set in when I realised how strong Phil was being and how weak I was. He was the one in danger of loosing his life.

"Please don't have cancer," I mumbled.

"I won't, Dan. Try be a little positive, yeah?" he replied.

The storm was comforting now. The rain had calmed down a bit, the wind reduced to a breeze rather than a horizontal force pushing the rain in sheets.

Nonetheless, I started to tremble again as my thoughts took over. In some ways, I just wanted Monday to be over. The uncertainty was already torturing me.

"Sh, Dan, calm down. I'm right here right now," Came Phil's voice. "I will stay with you through thick and thin, okay? I probably don't even-"

"Don't say it," I muttered. "Please."

He nodded and we stayed locked in that position on the couch for a while.

Phil's POV

Most of all, I was nervous. Nervous for our futures. Nervous for the scan on Monday. Just in general, really apprehensive. I wanted to cry. I felt like crying. But I knew I had to be strong. For Dan. For our viewers. For my family.

Everything relied on that Monday. If that scans showed up positive... God knows what would happen. I'd have to tell my viewers... My family... Not to mention the hospital fees...

Basically if I had cancer, we were fucked.

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