Phan Oneshots

Crash (B)

Phil's POV

I sat in shock for a few seconds before Smit hit me on the head, hard. "Fuck." I cursed, rubbing my head before realizing what was happening and what I needed to do.

"Julies!" I screamed to a female nurse I saw out of the corner of my eye. She rushed over, "Yes?" "Go do a background check on Daniel Howell. Now." I said with urgency as I cleaned my boyfriend up from the grime across his face. "On it." She replied quickly before running of to the nurses desk.

"Dan, breath. Relax. I'll save you; you know how great I am." I tried to joke, and the smallest movement occurred around the corners of his mouth which gave me hope.

He had been in this state, though not at the hospital, for at least an hour, and the shock might start to wear off, and he'd feel pain again.

"Smit, go fucking find Peters and get the results from him. Joan!" I called to a female nurse as Smit ran off to find Peters. "Yeah?" Joan asked. "Go and get some pain killers in him so he doesn't feel too much. Once he has strength to talk again we can let it off and he'll tell us what hurts where, if we don't find it first." I was half speaking to her, and half speaking to myself. She nodded and got straight to work.

"You're doing great, bear. Hold on a little longer, okay?" I brushed the hair that I could out of Dan's face. He nodded and I smiled at him as I kept tending to his wounds.

"Phil. Arm hurts." Dan groaned quietly. "I'll check it out in one second. I need to check your head first. Does your chest hurt at all?" I asked him and I cleaned him up. "N-no." He groaned under pain. "Okay, good. You're doing so good." I said quietly.

Soon he was completely clean and I could count dozens of glass cuts in his face and head, one of which was so large I thought I might have to stitch it.

We had more than half the hospital working on Dan and we eventually found the main reason he was dying and in such bad shape; there was a rib found through part of the lung and the side of his heart.

So, we sent him into surgery. I had only don't three or four heart and lung surgeries in the past, so for Dan's sake I let one of the experts, Johnson, fix him up. All the nurses went with him but me, because I was a doctor. I couldn't go in there unless I was the surgeon.

Now it was a matter of time before he was okay; if he was going to be okay. I knew he would, but he seemed in really bad shape and that made me nervous.

An hour later and I went to the nurses' office. I asked Suzie, "Do you know anything yet? Any reports?" "The last i heard he was doing fine, but that was forty five minutes ago." She said sadly, and I just shook my head, "Any way to get a report right now?" "No, I can only do it every hour." She said sadly. Ugh, such a rule-follower. "Well tell them that it's the boyfriend of one of the best doctors in this building and I'm sure they'd love to inform you." I faked a smile as I passive aggressively retorted. She nodded, defenseless, and started typing something into the computer. "Every minute if someone doesn't reply I'll send them another message, okay?" She asked, and I shook my head. "Every five minutes, they'll know when they get one because it's the most annoying sound in the world." I sighed. "On it, Doc." She said, and began typing again as I walked away.

I attempted to help more patients out while I waited for the response from the surgeons. Finally, while I was going from one patient to the other, Suzi called me over, "Aye, Lester, they responded."

I sprinted over in about two strides and stared at the computer that was pointed at me. It read, "Chances of life- 25%" And that was it. That. Was. Fucking. It. "Dammit!" I shouted before grabbing the keyboard and typing out an e-mail back to them in my own words. It read, "Well you better make sure he falls into that 25% because if he doesn't I'm going down with him." and pressed send as fast as I could. "You tell me as soon as they reply, got it?" I asked Suzie sternly, handing back the keyboard to her. "I will. But, Lester, you can't keep getting all angry. Go have some sugar or something and relax in the waiting room with some music, alright? You're scaring everyone and patients don't feel safe." She said. "You're right. I'll go take a ten minute breather, but page me back if anything happens." I said to her before walking off.

I cooled myself down after only a few minutes before I was paged into the nurse's office again. With no hesitation I jumped up and ran down there as fats as I could. Once I got there, Suzie was staring at her computer. this can't be good.

"Suzie...?" I asked her. With he jaw dropped open, she looked to me, the computer, and back to me. "He made it." She whispered.