Dear Phil [Phan]

I Have To Wake Up

The next day came and Dan dreaded the moment for when this flower would wilt. It would completely break him.

But the thing is, it never did. Dan narrowed his eyes, examining the rose closer. And then he realised that it was plastic. It would never die.

He picked it up gently, rolling it around in his fingers, when he noticed a small piece of paper in one of the petals.

Dan grabbed the note and opened it up.

'I'll never stop loving you Bear. It's impossible' it read.

Dan felt tears in his eyes and gripped Phil's hand tightly. He brushed Phil's hair to the side, planting a soft kiss on his cold lips.

Phil's POV

Darkness. I had been trapped in darkness for so long, the new light caught me off guard. It was blindingly bright, and I covered my eyes until they adjusted.

Only one thought was running through my mind. Dan

I was on the side of a street. I think I had blacked out for a while after that car hit me. But I can't tell how long.

I looked around. Why hasn't anyone come found me? I guess it couldn't have been that long if nobody had even stopped or gotten worried.

"Excuse me, miss-" she walked right past me, not even looking in my direction.

I guess she was in a hurry.

"Could you tell me where I am exactly, please?" I asked a couple, walking towards me.

They didn't take notice either.

"Um sir, can you direct me-" he walked right through me.

Literally through me.

A million more thoughts ran through my mind. I raced to where I knew I had to go. The hospital.

I searched each room quickly, not that anyone noticed, until I found what I was looking for.

I was laying in a bed. Holy shît, I look awful. And Dan was there. He had found the note I left him.

Wait, that means it's almost March! I've been.. in a coma it looks like, for nearly a month and a half.

I have to wake up.

I placed my hands on my chest, unsure of how to do this. Would I just slip back in and wake up? Only one way to find out I guess..

I pressed down, but it was like a barrier. I tried to float up and sink down inside, but I found myself laying on top instead.

Does this mean I'm going to die?

No. No! I couldn't. I had to stay.

The door opened and a doctor walked in.

"Dan," she said, looking past me. "Phil, he just doesn't have much time left. A few hours maybe."

"No!" I screamed at her. "I'm right here! I'm not going to die!"

"I- I understand," Dan's voice cracked in the middle, his eyes glistening with tears.

The doctor nodded and left.

"Oh Dan, no. My poor baby," I fell on my knees in front of him, trying desperately to pull his hands from his face, but to no avail. "Don't worry, Dan. You'll be ok."

"I love you Phil," he whispered, crying harder.

"I love you too," I smiled at him, but it quickly faded as I remembered the situation.

I heard the machine measuring my heart rate start to slow down and began to panic.

"No! No! No!" I pounded on my chest, trying to break inside.

For even just a minute, one second.

And then I did.