Amnesia || phan

Chapter 1

"Dan? Dan. Wake up, sleepyhead."
Groggily, I opened my eyes. Where was I?
I looked around, yes, it's my room. But who was I with?
But then, everything around me goes black. My head throbbed with pain as I squealed.
A face popped up in front of me. Vivid. Very vivid. I can't tell who he is, but he is extremely familiar. I tried to force myself to recognize the face, but my head would hurt more. I gave up trying.

I woke up, sweating. I woke up. I took a minute or two to settle down, and then studied what dream I had earlier. Was this a fragment of my memories?
Who was this guy?

Was he important to me that his face was clear and so so realistic?

My heart still beating fast, I sat up.
If this was another piece of memory that I apparently lost, then I better not forget it.

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"His pulse is stabilizing!"
A few sighs of relief were heard. What is this?
"Dan?"

"Dan, are you awake?"
My finger twitched before I barely managed to open my eyes. I was surprised to see where I was. I was surrounded by men and women around me, looking down with relief.
I couldn't open my mouth to speak, but they knew that.

I was in a hospital.

A man, in a white coat, looked down on me. He explained everything that happened to me. Apparently I was in a terrible, terrible car crash 2 months ago. I was admitted here, urgently, under a stranger I've never seen or heard of.
I had to go through multiple surgeries, and ended up in a coma.
I almost failed, an hour ago, apparently, and everyone rushed in to give in sufficient urgent attention.
And here I am.

Tragically also, I suffer from traumatic amnesia, which could last for, well, they can't tell. I'll recollect my memories, hopefully, they said.

And every time I ask them the details of the man who registered me here, they would answer very simple; "We don't know either."
"Not even the name?"
"Phil, Phil Lester."

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And ever since then, I have always given it my hardest to recall who I was, what I was before the accident, and everything that happened before.
So far, it has been 2 months since I left hospital, and only a few minor memories came back to me. Nothing that seemed important as this one.
Who was this guy?

I went to the kitchen and made myself a cup of tea, to calm myself down. 
Dropping myself on the couch, I dialed a number.

After a few dial tones, a voice finally picked up.
"Hey babe? What's up?"
A smile crept up, "Are you free right now? Wanna come over?"
"Are you okay?"
I sighed, "I had a very vivid dream; it might had a connection to the accident."
Without any second wasted, he replied back, "I'll be there in 5."
And then, he ended the call.

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And sure enough, 5 minutes after that, my doorbell rang.
I lazily dragged my feet to the door, opening it to reveal a perfect figure.

He smiled, "Hey Dan."

"Hey Peej."

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i hope you liked it omg this is so terrible ik!!!! :<