Hypnotised (Magnets Book 2)

Chapter 32

Dan's POV

I left the room not long after. I stepped out into the crowded hallway and slowly closed the door behind me, looking for Marcus. I did not want him going back in there with her. But he was nowhere to be seen, which gave me some relief.

I hurried back to the waiting room, and immediately spotted Rose and Shane sitting there. They smiled tiredly and waved for me to come over. I sat down with them. "Hey, guys. Any changes?"

"He had another MRI whilst you were sleeping," Rose stated. "They're printing off the sheets right now. He's unconscious for the moment. They want him to wake up before they tell us anything."

I felt anger flare up in me. "Why can't they just tell us now?"

Shane sighed and placed a placating hand on my shoulder. For about the third time in two days. "So Phil can hear it firsthand as well."

I sighed. "Can I go see him, at least?"

Rose nodded. "Of course you can. He's in room 708."

I quickly located the room and hesitated before going in. I was nervous as hell; I had no idea what to expect. I pushed the door open quietly and slipped in. The curtains were drawn across the window, not letting in any light. There were, again, two beds in the room, only one of which was occupied by a still form. He had no wires attached to him, no beeping machines - just Phil, lying in a hospital bed, all on his lonesome.

His hair was still short, and he looked skinnier than he had in a while. There were dark shadows underneath his eyes and his skin looked paler than usual, if that was even possible. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. He looked so... Fragile. Breakable. As if the slightest pressure on his chest could stop it from rising and falling. As if a simple hand placed on his arm could shatter it, like glass. Like it was half an inch thick.

I winced at the thought and sat down by the bed, reaching over and stroking his cheek. No, I would never break Phil. Not intentionally, at the very least. Never. I placed a gentle kiss on his cheek and wished he would wake up. But he seemed far from reality. I gave up and left him, lying there on the sterile, white hospital bed. I hated for him to wake up alone, so I sat in the chair in the corner and waited, patiently, for my boyfriend to wake up.

Phil's POV

I felt something soft touch my cheek fleetingly, like a butterfly. I struggled to swim through the fog that cloud my mind, but it got thicker and thicker until I could travel no further. It felt as though there was a thick layer or wool surrounding my entire being. What little I could feel felt as though it were surrounded by a fluffy blanket, all soft and insubstantial. I needed to touch something, to feel something.

As if it were listening, I felt a headache form, right at the base of my skull. A dull, achy, cancerous headache. It, whilst hurting, seemed to clear the fog in my head. My eyes snapped open, my lungs seemed to start working again. I peered around the room I was in. I immediately knew I was in a hospital, but could barely remember the events that had landed me here. I remembered falling, and that was about it.

It was as if a huge chunk of my memory had been taken from me, and put somewhere far out of reach. No matter how hard I strained, I could not remember. I knew it was somehow related to the aching in my head.

"Phil?" I heard Dan's voice. I turned my head and saw him sitting in the chair beside my bed. I took a moment to absorb his figure; his soft, dark brown hair curly and ruffled, his chocolatey brown eyes focused on mine, his hands twitching nervously on his chest.

"Yeah?" My voice was horribly croaky. I cleared my throat.

"H-how are you?" He asked. He seemed rather anxious, although I hadn't a clue why. I was right here, wasn't I?