How to Help Howell?

Part 8

Phil

I arrived at the scene with a bunch of people crowded around one spot. I thought it must have been the many fans that were concerned for Dan, just as I was. I was so confused and scared for him. He hadn't even really told me what the matter was! He just called me coughing and spluttering asking me to pick him up outside some clothing outlet.

Anyway, I parked at the side of the street and joined the crowd only to find one of the most horrifying sights I have ever laid eyes on.

The crowd was in fact not danisnotonfire fans, but a bunch of people laughing and taking pictures of a pale, limp, Dan Howell lying on the pavement. I rushed over to him already crying. I put my head to his chest and realized that I couldn't hear anything.

"No, no, no, no, no" I muttered as I dialed the police. I put the phone on speaker and started CPR.

I explained to the operator the situation from what information I had and she assured me that an ambulance was on the way. Our conversation had finished before I had even finished the chest compressions. I knew I had nothing to worry about with the rescue breaths but the thought still got me really nervous after the whole pillow experience.

The time finally came when I lowered my head to his and placed my lips onto his. They felt cold and lifeless. I continued with CPR until the ambulance came.

I stayed in the back of the ambulance with him. Fortunately, they got his heart beating again quickly. I held his hand the whole ride to the hospital.

The whole hospital part was fuzzy with all the doctors and nurses and tubes and everything. I just sat in the waiting room and cried, wondering what happened to Dan? Did someone do that to him? Or, even worse, did he do it to himself? That poor boy doesn't deserve all this.

The doctor called me into the room to visit Dan a little while later. When I got there, the doctor said something about an arm sprain and not having enough food in his system and that he would hopefully wake up any minute. Then he left us alone and I pulled up a chair and held his hand again. It just felt so comforting. So perfect. So...right. After a minute or so of me just putting Dan's hand to my mouth and thinking, I started to talk.

"Dan, you have me so worried," I said into his hand. "I knew sooner or later you'd get hurt running and you really need to be careful. I...I love you, Dan, and I can't stand to see you get hurt."

Dan's eyes opened slowly.

"Phil?" He croaked, voice crackling from lack of water. I handed him a bottle sitting on the bedside table and he took a drink.

"Yeah, Dan, it's me," I gave him a smile, the biggest one I could muster at that moment. He reached out his arms for a hug and I gladly obliged. Then he realized that tubes were restricting him from moving as well as a brace on his right arm.

"What's this?" He asked confused trying to take off the tubes and cords and everything.

"Please, don't, I don't want to watch you almost die twice in one day," I tried to fight him with the tubes. He laid his arms by his sides and I noticed a tear roll down his cheek.

"What happened, Dan?" I asked.

"These girls in the park," he started. But the doctor came in and he stopped talking at once. They released him from the hospital right there and we had to suffer an extremely awkward silent ride home.