wake up, phil - [phan]

{ 10 } - Found

{10 HOURS LATER}

PJ'S POV

"Chris, what the hell are you doing?" I laughed as Chris danced like an idiot down the street to "For he's a jolly good fellow" on his phone on full volume. We were on our way to Dan and Phil's.

"No, nothing, just practising for my dance classes." Chris winked cheekily.

I spluttered with laughter. We had organised to meet with Dan and Phil a week ago. I hoped they hadn't forgotten about it.

I joked with Chris about things for a while. Chris started talking about having another break from YouTube for a month, and I talked about some new mini movies I wanted to create, and some stuff on Oscar's Hotel.

We were just crossing the road at one point, when a cyclist suddenly appeared from no where and barked at us for wandering in the middle of the road. Chris' face burned red and he yelled after the man on his bike.

"WHAT A WANKER!"

I laughed at Chris as he smugly smiled.

We chatted and walked until we came to the door of the block of flats Dan and Phil lived in. It was only when Chris unlocked the door with the spare key under the plant pot, that I noticed a shiny bright penny on the floor. I bent down to pick it up, just as Chris went in.

"Peej? C'mon mate, what're you looking at?"

"No, no, I'm coming, I'll just be a sec," I said, inspecting the penny.

"Mmkay," muttered chris. I heard him clobbering up the stairs to the flat. The penny was so bright and unusually copper-coloured. I turned it over my hand, and it caught the light -

"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL? PJ! PJ! C'MON UP NOW! SOMETHING'S HAPPENED!" Chris hollered loudly. His voice was filled with worry.

Oh god, was the first thought that came to mind. I leaped up from the floor, the penny rolling into the gutter, forgotten now.

"WHAT IS IT?" I yelled as I hurried up the stairs, leaping two at a time.

"IT'S PHIL!"

And sure enough, as I reached the landing Chris was on, there was Phil.

But he was lying down. Asleep, it looked like. Chris was kneeling over him, shaking his arm.

His legs were all sprawled out at weird angles, as if he's fallen from above.

Oh God.

Chris shook Phil's shoulders.

"Phil! Phil, buddy? Phil?? Wake up!" He shouted.

"Is he breathing?!" I said.

Chris put his head to Phil's chest, his face increasing in worry. Suddenly he let out a puff of relief.

"Yeah, he's breathing!"

"Chris, I think he fell from the staircase up there," I said, pointing worriedly.

"Oh shit," Chris muttered, leaping up. "We have to call an ambulance, his leg looks broken."

Chris whipped out his phone. I crouched beside Phil. What had happened? Why did he have a backpack? And, why were his eyes all red? Had he been... Had he been crying? He looked calm and tranquil... But, somehow distressed too. Maybe he had an argument with Dan? Maybe he stormed out?

And then I thought out loud.

"Where the hell is Dan?"