Goner{phan}

Phil

~1 month later~

I waited at the police station. They said they should be back today. I nervously bit my fingernails and tapped my foot rapidly against the floor.

'Where are they?where's my Phil?' I thought to myself. I heard the door to the police station open and in came phil's parents. They looked at me and sat down. I wanted to cry. Phil's mother was sniffling and sobbing. While the father was patting her back saying"it's okay. He's alive" "well what if he's not?! What if my baby boy is out their, dead!" Phil's mother shouted. "Honey he's alive. He's out their. I just know it." He grabbed her and squeezed her tightly.

We were there for hours. It was until midnight when phil's parent fell asleep on the chairs. Till I heard the door open. Two police walked in. "Where's Phil?!" I stood up. The policeman sighed. "He's alive. He just badly injured. He's now at the hospital. You may visit him." I felt my body shake up. I ran out the police station.

I didn't bother to get in my car. I just ran.

~30 minutes later~

I arrived at the hospital covered in sweat and rain. I opened the doors to the hospital. I ran up to the front desk. "May I help you?" The lady asked. "I'm-huff- looking for -pant- Phil Lester." I was out of breath. "Yes let me look for his number. Poor kid, he's was covered in bruises and blood. Was barely breathing. " I was crying. "His room is 17z. But visiting hours are almost over."

I didn't bother to reply. I quickly took the elevator. And finally found the room.

My hands were shaking. I quietly opened the door.

"Phil?"