wake up, phil - [phan]

{ 41 } - Relapsing dreams

A/N: double update for you guys tomorrow, i'm aiming to have this story finish on Christmas day :))

hope you're all having a lovely holiday :))

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Phil's POV

I run as fast as I can, my shirt flat against my skin and my fringe flying up from the speed I am going down the bleak and empty blue corridors of the hospital.

Run.

I practically fly into the reception area, my shoes sqealing on the lino floor as I come to a stop and frantically scan the room for PJ, Chris or Sarah. I catch sight of Chris and PJ, both draped across two blue leather chairs as they sleep deeply. I grab at PJ's arm, which is hanging over the edge of one of the chairs.

"Wake up!" I shout into his ear.

"What-" PJ jumps out of his skin at the noise, his eyes barely open.

"Get up!"

"Phi-"

"Hurry up!"

"Why-" grumbles Chris as he rubs his eyes.

"Because I know where we need to look."

And just like that, Chris and PJ clambered off the chairs and stood to attention in front of Phil, straightening their shirts and running their hands through their hair.

"Where's Sarah?" I ask.

"Here." says a voice from behind us.

Sarah had just come out of one of the offices connected to the reception area. She looked expectant, her eyes bright as she saw me so pumped and frantic.

"What is it?"

"I know where we can find Dan."

Sarah sighed, approached me and placed her arms on my shoulders, so her eyes were staring into mine.

"Phil. Let's think this through. You need to calm down. There's a possibility that-"

"I know!" I shout, surprisng myself as well as Chris, PJ and Sarah, because I knew what she was going to say. "I know! Dan could be dead! I know! Dan could have killed himself already! We could be too late! I know that! Please, give me a chance."

I forcefully shrug Sarah's hands off my shoulders and back away.

"I understand and I know that there is a huge possibility we could be too late, we all know that. But I know Dan better than any one of you and if I have a tiny tiny hope that Dan could still be there, alive, then I am not going to ignore that and I am going to search for him until we're all completely certain he's... gone." I choke out the last word.

"Of course, Phil." Sarah nods.

"PJ. Where is the nearest bridge in London?"

"What?" PJ is still half asleep and he's rubbing his forehead as he tries to get his bearings together.

"Where is the nearest bridge in London from here?"

"Erm... That would probably be Piccadilly Bridge, it's over the Thames."

"We need to get there. Now."

"Is that where-"

"Yes."

I felt so out of character, I am never like this. I'm never sharp or rude and I never like waking people up from their sleep. But right now, how I acted was the least thing I cared about.

As we all clamber into the ambulance, Sarah at the wheel, with me in the front passenger beside her and Chris and PJ sat in the back, I started to shake with worry and fear that we are too late; we've left it too long; it's pointless. But then there's this little feeling inside me that makes me think,