Dan's POV
PJ arrived at the hospital with a shopping bag full of clothes from my flat.
"Thanks Peej." I sighed.
"How is he?"
"Still in surgery. It's been about and hour and a half so far. I'm gonna go change." I said starting to cry. I walked away, calmly as possible.
When I got to the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. My face was covered in dirt and the blood of the crash victims. Looking into the bag, I saw a pair of black jeans and my black Santa jumper. A set of black converse sat on the bottom of the bag along with one of Phil's hoodies. Why was Phil's hoodie in my bag? PJ knows that it's Phil's. I took it out of the bag and out the dirty clothes back in the bag. Trying my best to fix my hair, I decided to go back to the waiting room where I assumed PJ was. I found him in the corner, his knee bouncing with anxiety. He saw me walk in and stood up.
"Is he okay?" I asked.
"Still in surgery I think. Nobody has come out yet for us."
"Okay." I sat down. "You know you put one of Phil's hoodies in the bag?"
"I figured you could use some comfort. I also brought this." He pulled a stuffed llama Phil gave to me two years ago out of his backpack. "I thought if you had something of his or something he gave you, you'd be more calm." I pulled the llama to my chest and remembered the day Phil gave it to me.
The waiting room was cold, so I pulled Phil's hoodie over my Christmas jumper. It smelled like him. No, Dan. You don't feel that way about him. Does he feel that way about you? I'd that what Mrs. Lester meant?
After about two more hours of waiting, a doctor came out asking for PJ and me.
"He's okay. For now. He does have some bad burns on his left side, and he is unconscious." The doctor explained.
"Thank God." I sighed. "When will he wake up?"
"He's in a coma. He may wake up in 5 minutes or 5 weeks. It all depends on how fast his body heals."
"Can we see him?" PJ asked.
"Of course." He said. "Follow me."
We followed him down a long hall and into the ICU. Phil was laying on the bed three to the right side of the door. He looked so cute lying on the bed. Even with the burns on his neck and ear. I wanted to lean down and kiss him, fix everything for him. No, Dan. You are still straight. Are you Dan? Are you though? Yes, I am.
Looking back at my helpless Philly, I started to fall over. This can't be happening. No, I'm dreaming. I'm going to wake up in my bedroom, and find out that I was only dreaming. I felt PJ catch me and sit me down on a chair.
"No." I gasped. "This isn't Phil. I'm just dreaming."
"Dan. Calm down. He's okay. This isn't a dream." PJ said.
"HE'S IN A COMA! HE IS NOT OKAY! He may never wake up." I was crying. "I LOVE HIM." I realised what I said. "I love him. I. Love. Him."
"What?" PJ asked in awe. "You love him?"
"I think that's what I just said. Does anxiety bring out the truth in people?"
"I think it can. Do you really love him?"
"If those words just came out of my mouth, then yes. I think."
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Yo! I don't really have anything to say, but I felt like I should add this in here anyways. None of this will be edited jfyi, so sorry in advance. My birthday is coming up soon so comment what I should put on my list. It's in a week and I have nothing on my list. Thanks for reading! DFTBA
-Abigail
