Our Final Goodbyes

Dan sighed as his eyes bore into the computer screen, he had been editing this video for what seemed like forever. Every little thing he did, he felt wasn't good enough. Whether is was making videos, meeting new people, or deciding what to wear for the radio show, nothing was ever good enough.

The brown haired boy started to spin around in his chair. He needed a distraction, anything to help him from going completely insane and ultimately stopping him from getting work done.

He flinched as soon as his phone started to violently vibrate. The caller I.D. read 'Phil'. Phil was his best friend, they did practically everything together and they got along perfectly. A smile grew on Dan's face as he answered his call.

Jokingly he answered in an overdone, posh British accent, "Hello there Philip,"

"Is this Dan Howell?" A unrecognizable older mans voice asked. This was weird coming from Phil's phone, he almost always had his phone with him. Maybe he had set it down somewhere and forgot to pick it up.

"Uh, yeah," Dan answered with an unsure tone, this was so unlike Phil.

There was a slight pause.

"Your friend was in an accident. He told us to call you. I'm afraid it doesn't look good,"

"W-wait, what?" Dan exclaimed in disbelief. This had to be a joke of some sort.

"Come to the hospital and see for yourself,"

The man gave Dan directions to the hospital. He grabbed his jacket, phone, and was out the door in less than 2 minutes. There was no telling what kind of mess Phil could be in at the moment and Dan didn't want to waste a single second.

His head started spinning with thoughts. 'It's ok Dan. Nothing's going to happen to Phil, it's gonna be alright,' He tried to reassure himself. He tightly gripped his knees, trying to calm himself down. Anxiously, he waited in the back of the cab, not knowing what to do with himself.

The cab came to a stop and Dan stepped out and paid the driver. He quickly entered the hospital.

The first thing he saw was the receptionist desk. There was a short lady at the desk. She had short brown hair, pink glasses and seemed to be atleast over 40.

"Hello, how can I help you?" She smiled.

"Hi, can you tell me where Phil Lester's room is?" He asked in a hurry.

"Yes, are you a friend?"

Dan nodded.

"He's in room 304. Take this hallway all the way down and it should be the first door on the right,"

"Ok, thank you," The boy replied.

He started his walk down the hallway. The people walking by him all looked extremely tired. They should be, it was atleast midnight by now.

The hallways were boring and all looked the same, just white walls and doors that led to important equipment. Dan looked up and saw the the sign overhead. It said E.R., it definitely was not a good sign. People in hurry were rushing past him, giving him dirty looks as they ran back and forth to different rooms. All of this was giving him anxiety and stress.

Eventually he got to room 304. He knocked and an older man answered the door. His nose was the first thing that Dan noticed, it was huge in comparison to his tall, thin face. Then he noticed his thick framed glasses that probably evened everything out. His hair was black and had a few grey streaks running through, they seemed to come with age and the stress of his job.

"Are you Dan Howell?" He asked.

Dan nodded as the doctor invited him into the room.