You're amazing, Phil

17

Dan's pov

I was left on Phil's driveway by myself. I finally realised what I was too stupid to realise before, I needed to save him. Just like I had before.

I wiped the wet tears from my face and ran torwards the ambulance. I was deathly scared of the sight of Phil.

He needed to survive this.

I was the one who deserved to die.

He was the ray of sunshine, when I was with him, all my problems vanished, like a sugar sweet break.

I got up to the ambulance and begged to get in, or at least know his condition. They waved me off, and closed the back doors right in my face.

I quickly ran to my car. I needed to see him. I needed to see his pretty face. His smile. His bright blue eyes.

Driving was hard because tears where fogging up my vision. I didn't know where I was going, and a matter of fact, I didn't care. I just followed the ambulance.

A picture of Phil's body when they pulled him out of the house. I realised he was still, he was still wearing my jacket. He never took it off.

Was he thinking about me?

Was he crying because of me?

Did he finally do it because of me?

Sobs escaped my lips, but I trudged on. I needed to save him.

The ambulance finally turned into the parking lot of a huge building, that I presumed to be a hospital.

I got out of my car and took off running. I slipped on a puddle and fell full-force into the concrete. I fell on my arm and a rush of pain ran up it. I needed to carry on though.

My nose was bleeding, and Phil would of had tissues.

I couldn't bare to run anymore, so I walked the rest of the way. "Hold on lion, I'm coming." I whispered.

I opened the door faster than I thought humanly positive. "Can I please see Phil Lester?" I said to the receptionist.

She was startled by my sudden appearance.

"No, sorry, he's not in stable condition to visit."

My face felt hot and tears spilt once again. "Please," I pleaded.

She looked like she felt really guilty. "Sorry, I really am."

"Can you at least tell me his condition?" I asked.

"Yes, yes." She said. She shuffled through a stack of papers and pulled one out.

"Hes barely holding on. It looks like they tried everything, well except extreme surgery, but his body is far too weak. It's his decision now. He gets to pick."

A/N

I know I said I would update again and I didnt. What are you going to do? Send a army of chaos to kill me?

Stay minty my breathmints (I'm tired)

~kitten