Ninety Nine Days - Phan (Boyxboy)

Chapter 12

Phil's POV

Darkness. All I could see was thick, ink-like darkness. Unaware of myself and my surroundings. I couldn't feel anything, I was completely numb - absent from feeling. It was nice; peaceful; calm.

But suddenly I was aware. I could feel things again - it was like I had just woken up from a dream, with a groggy and slightly sleepy sensation sitting at the back of my mind.

Where am I? What is this?

Sounds around me were distant, like a chorus of whispers. I could only just make out faint mumblings, but I didn't recognise the owners of the voices. It was like I was being submerged in water - the voices attempting to call out to me; yet became more and more obscure the further I fell.

It was too dark, like being trapped in an abyss with no one around. Darkness surrounded me, causing a slight panic to arise in my mind. It was eerie, to say the least.

What's going on?

My eyes wouldn't open despite my frustrated attempts and I could feel air being forced into my body, causing my chest to rise and fall unnaturally. I just wanted to wake up and look around me; why couldn't I? Why wasn't anyone helping me? Was I all alone, despite the surrounding noises? Was I trapped in eternal darkness?

Please wake up. Someone help me. Please.

I felt slightly dazed, confused and very uncomfortable. I wanted to cry; to form some sort of noise that would attract at least someone's attention, and tried so hard to force whimpers out of my mouth, but something was stopping me - restricting any sound from escaping my mouth.

My chest ached, my head hurt and I couldn't feel my legs.
Why can't I feel my legs? What's wrong with my legs?

I'm in so much pain. Am I dying? Am I alone here?

I could feel pressure sitting heavily around my head; specifically my skull and my brain, and it pounded aggressively and relentlessly, adding to the immense pain.

My arms ached and I felt them fall from my abdomen to my side, hitting the sides of the surface that I was on. I groaned at the slight change in my position, and at the now loud beeping coming from a nearby machine, ruining my no longer tranquil slumber.

The high pitched shrill cry of the nearby machine had begun to add to add to the pain sitting around my head - further infuriating me.

After that, nothing made sense. Shouts and loud yells erupted from all around me.
"What's happening?"
"His heart rate; it's decreasing!" "We're losing him!"
"Get the doctor!"

Were they panicking? Maybe I was panicking too. I didn't know. Everything was a blur.

The desperate cries and pleas had turned into quiet murmurs, getting quieter and quieter until they faded into nothing, but the beeping was still there, loud as ever, and seeming to get louder and getting more and more annoying by the minute.

I couldn't hear the voices anymore, but I could sense people rushing around me; more than there were before, and this time, in much more of a hurry, as if they were eager to accomplish an objective whilst they were here.

What's happening to me?

I could sense people scuttling about beside me in a hurried fashion, but I couldn't hear anything they were saying. The pounding pain in my head grew and grew, to the point where the darkness that surrounded me wasn't silent anymore. There was a consistent drumming noise inside my head; louder than sirens and louder than bells.

The dazed feeling became too much for me, and without any warning, I fell unconscious, unaware of my feelings and surroundings once again, falling into an even deeper sleep.

"Phil?"
"Dan?"
The day we met. He was standing where we'd arranged to meet. I'd ran into the train station, typical Phil being late again, and that was when I saw him. I froze.

Everything around me slowed down; time stood still! Everything stopped except from him. Dan. He was standing in front of me, chestnut hair swept nearly over one eye, the other one shining brightly with excitement in my direction. My own eyes lit up too. He was incredible!

I couldn't believe I was actually meeting one of my fans. I felt so overwhelmed; honoured; loved. And the look on his face when he saw me. His jaw dropped. He stared. He smiled. He fiddled with the sleeves of his grey jumper.
"I... Phil... I um..."

The first time I saw him. Just standing there awkwardly under the clock in the train station, looking around, his brown eyes darting through the crowds of busy people rushing around us. And the smile when his eyes stopped at me - a grin that stretched from ear to ear, dimples forming in his cheeks. Wow. He was adorable.

I felt my heart skip a beat. Was this really happening? Was this what I'd read about in books - love at first sight? I always thought that it was just a thing that authors made up...

"Hi!" I waved awkwardly as he made his way towards me, a happy bounce in his stride. He stood close, facing me, an anxious look in his perfect face, his gorgeous hazel eyes gazing up at me nervously.

I opened my arms out to him and he moved closer, letting me wrap my arms around his torso. He put his arms around my waist and put his head on my shoulder.

"This is the best day ever," Dan squeaked, wrapping his arms tighter around my body, making me chuckle. He pulled away and looked back up at me, his deep brown eyes curious and questioning.

"Why do you always make cat whiskers on your face?"
"Meow!"
Phil Is Not On Fire. Our first video together. Where it all started. Where the madness of our videos first happened, the start of the rest of our lives.

Where he changed my life.