Save Me | Phil Lester

Four

"Mum?" I hear Lucy's voice. I turn my head towards the door and see her walking into the room. She sighs and hugs me. "Thank god you're alive."

I smile, "Hey, Lucy."

"How long are you going to have to stay here?"

"About a week."

"A week?! How are you going to-"

"-Phil is going to take care of you until I'm out, alright?"

"...Phil?" She slightly smiles and turns to him, then nods. "I'm alright with that."

I slightly smile. I hope they bond a little bit whilst I'm in this hospital bed for a week. Maybe Lucy will brag about me...

Oh, my. I just realised how awkward this is. What if Lucy finds him, well, attractive? What if she likes him in that way?

Okay, calm down, Melody. The age difference between the two of them is 20 years. There's nothing to worry about.

I mentally shake my head and smile when I see Lucy talking to Phil about her maths homework.

"It's been awhile since I learnt about ratios, but hopefully I can help you with that." He says.

Lucy hugs him, and he looks to me, smiling.

'Thank you,' I mouth, smiling back at him.

He winks and Lucy pulls away from him, sighing. "So, Phil. What's for dinner?"

I roll my eyes and glare at the television, whilst listening to the two of them talk about their dinner plans.

An hour passes before they decide to leave, and Lucy hugs me before walking out the door.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning after I drop Lucy off at school, alright?" Phil walks over to me and pushes a bit of my hair out of my eyes.

I smile and nod, "Yeah. And thank you again, Philip. You really are amazing."

"But not as amazing as you." He leans down and kisses my forehead, smiles, and walks out the room.

I let out a happy sigh, and smile when I see that Doctor Who is now on the TV screen.

•••

The next morning, someone wakes me up at 8:00 and gives me toast. I gladly accept, savouring every bite.

This was the best thing they've given me so far. Everything else tastes like crap.

A few minutes pass and there's a quiet knock on the door.

I see Phil walk in, carrying a white rose. "Hey, Phil." I greet.

"Hey, Mel. I got you a white rose."

"So I see." He hands it to me and I take a small whiff, "It smells like my childhood."

"Your childhood?"

I nod, "My mother and I used to go out in our huge garden in the backyard all the time when I was younger. It was full of red and white roses."

He nods, "I also brought a vase," he says, randomly pulling it out of nowhere.

I put it in the vase, "I'll have the nurse bring me some water next time she comes in." I smile. "So, how'd things go with Lucy last night and this morning?"