Recreate our past; A Phanfiction

C/1 Who's Phil?

Phil's  P.O.V 

It replays over and over again, the sight of him getting hit, my world falling apart every time I see it. I can't believe it's happened, why does this have to happen to me? Come on Phil look at the positive side of things, if there is one, at least I get to see him today, even better, I get to take him home, back where everything was ok...

The waiting room feels cold and tense, I can't wait to see Dan, I know five days doesn't seem like much, but it feels like a year for me, especially with Dan's condition. I know that when I enter that room, he will either be happy to see me, or he will blame me.

If he does blame me, it will break my heart but I deserve it, I am to blame after all.

It all started 5 days ago, when I deleted the video, by accident of course, if only Dan wasn't such a perfectionist and I wasn't such a clumsy idiot, this never would've happened. I should have told him straight away, not for him to wake up and get mad. I woke up to Dan storming into my room.

*Flashback*

"Phil!" he shouted.

"I'm sorry Dan I really am" I said apologetically, already knowing what this was about.

"Why didn't you tell me!!!" He said, his face going red.

"I, I don't know, I knew you'd get angry Dan" I said, stuttering.

"You think?! Some excuse for a friend Phil!!!" I saw Dan getting his coat from the floor and walking out the room.

"Wait, Dan where are you going!?" I said

"Out" He replied, slamming the door behind him.

I tried to follow him, but he was nowhere in sight. After all, he was very quick. But I knew exactly where he was.

Starbucks.

I was lucky to have no fans see me, I knew in situations like this, the quicker, the better.  I walked  quickly through a large crowd of people surrounding an ambulance, I hope everything's ok I thought to myself as I hurried past, normally, I'd find out what was happening, but I needed to get to Dan as quick as possible. As I rushed into Starbucks with high hopes I only had one thing on my mind. Dan.

As I looked over to our sofa, my heart sinks. I go over to the counter.

"Caramel latte please" I said, placing my money on the counter. "You haven't seen Dan, have you Cass?" Cass nodded.

"He just left " she said.

I was about to leave the building when I hear Dan's name on the BBC news .

"And Internet star "meme" Dan Howell has just been involved in a fatal accident and has been carried via ambulance to St  Geraldine's hospital, his injuries have been described as fatal and possibly  life threatening" 

I finally left the building, I knew exactly where I needed to go.

I rushed over to the crowd I passed earlier, it had died down a bit now. Please be there Dan, I thought over and over, please. But when I made my way to the centre I saw that the ambulance was gone, I looked at the concrete, stained with blood, there was only one other sign he was there, a crushed coffee cup, with "Dan" on it.

*End of flashback*

"Mr Lester?" says a nurse.

I get up and follow her across the hall. Room 307 I read. The number makes me smile, I know this isn't a time to smile but I can't help it when I see the number. Me and Dan lived in an old apartment about 3 years ago. Apartment 307. It was only for a couple of months but any memory with Dan is a good one.

"You first" Says the nurse, holding open the door. I take a deep breath and walk in.

I walk in and see him, he looks so peaceful and delicate, how could I ever do this to him? Slowly, his eyes open. His face is pale, his eyes dead like, but he's still alive, and he's still beautiful. My eyes seem completely focused on him that I don't notice the tall man next to him.

"Hello Mr Lester, I'm Doctor Whitehall" he says.

"And I'm Phil" I say, looking up at the tall man.

"I'm very aware, do you live with Daniel?" 

I nod. " For 3 years"

"Great, just checking, Daniel will need to have a check up every week, at this current moment, Daniel will also need to be equipped with a wheelchair due to serious leg injuries, we also have a carer who will need to come daily I'm sure that's okay?" I nod, taking it all in. "Feel free to speak to him, although we are picking up traces of severe amnesia" 

But it's me, and it's Dan, I think to myself, of course he'll remember. Of course.

"Hi Dan, it's me, Phil" I say, stroking back his hair so I can see his face.

"Who's Phil?"