wake up, phil - [phan]

{ 17 } - Comfort

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PJ'S Pov

The receptionist looked up as we approached her in the waiting room. It was a different woman to earlier but we had to find out where Dan had disappeared to.

"Hi, sorry, do you know where our friend is?" I asked when we reached the desk.

"Uh," the receptionist regarded us and rolled her eyes rudely. "You're going to have to be a little more specific."

"Our friend Dan. Dark hair, brown eyes, twenty-four, about six foot three -"

"Black jeans and shirt?"

Chris and I looked across the room to see who had finished my sentence. The nurse from the ambulance was looking at us expecntantly from across the room.

"Yeah, actually." Chris said.

"Well, follow me. I know where to find him."

We followed the nurse down a bleak corridor as she explained where Dan was.

"I spoke to him earlier in the waiting room to tell him that your friend Phil is in a coma. I'm so sorry boys -"

"That's fine, thank you for everything." Chris said quietly. I could see he was very shocked about Phil.

"I'm always happy to help. Your friend Dan seemed awfully distressed but he's coping well. He's with Phil now."

She turned left down a corridor that led us to a smaller hallway with white doors leading off in all directions. She walked to the fourth door down and turned to us.

"He's in here. I'll leave you two be. Go to the desk and ask for Nurse Hadley if you need anything from me."

"Thank you, Nurse Hadley." Chris smiled weakly.

"That's fine, boys. And you can call me Sarah. Take care now."

She turned on her heel and marched off down the corridor. We both watched her for a second and then Chris turned to me.

"Shall we go in?"

"Alright."

I pushed on the door handle and poked my head round the door.

The first thing I saw was Phil lying on the small, plain hospital bed. He had monitors surrounding him and wires attached to his wrists and there was a consistent bleeping echoing in the room. His left leg was strung up in a simlple thick white cast and a crane thing to keep it upright.

The second thing I noticed was Dan, who was currently bent over Phil and softly whispering in his ear, whilst stroking his black jet hair and occasionally kissing his forehead. When I entered, followed by Chris.

Dan noticed our presence and jumped, leaping off Phil and awkwardly straightening his shirt.

His ears went red immediately as he stood there, clearly embarrassed by what we had seen him doing.

"Hey mate," Chris said, breaking the silence.

"Hey guys," Dan said, his voice breaking. He was biting his lip fiercly.

"How are you?" I asked.

"Not great. They said -"

"Phil's in a coma, we know."

Dan dropped into the chair closest to the bed. Chris and I took the two seats on the opposite side, so we were facing Dan.

We sat together in silence. I stared at Phil's pale face, wondering what would happen to Dan if he never woke up. He swouldn't be able to deal with it. Phil meant the world to him.

And he'd been great towards Chris and me too.

It took me a few minutes to realise that I was the only person in the room - fully conscious - who wasn't crying. I glanced up at Chris, to see tears dribbling down his face.

"Aw, mate..." I stood up and bent down and hugged Chris. He clung onto me.

I then did the same to Dan as he sobbed into my shoulder.

I looked down at Phil.

Phil,

Please wake up.

Please.