Lean in | Phan

Chapter 7- Take me away

Phil's POV:

As we broke off from the kiss, my eyes widened. I had forgotten about my unconscious father, who was now fully awake and charging towards us. He threw Dan to the ground by his collar, and as I attempted to help him up, my dad grabbed my arm, hard. He began to twist my skin in alternate ways between his two large fists and I felt my skin tear. I squealed in pain, experiencing not only new shots of pain as my clean skin tore, but nostalgic pain as my self-inflicted gashes reopened.

I kept my eyes squeezed shut until I heard a loud grunt escape my dad's lips and I saw him take a painful pinch from Dan in his knuckles. It was now Dan's turn to groan as he stood on his obviously injured leg and kicked him straight in the balls, making Dad fall to the ground. I finished him off with a quick testicle-stomp and ran to Dan's side.

He seemed to be rolling his eyes back, and I leaned in and began shouting, asking him if he could hear me. There was no response and suddenly, his eyes closed. I didn't know what to do. I tried shaking him, but feared I might hurt him. I checked his pulse, and was relieved when I found he was still alive.

"SKY!!!!!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. "SKY!!!! DAN'S HURT!!" Seconds later, she appeared at the doorway and ran towards me. "Oh my god," she said, fear masking her senses. "I'm so sorry, Phil. If we hadn't- I mean if I hadn't- this would never have-" "Stop." I said, "It's okay. I forgive you. I know you were caught up in the moment. But I need you to concentrate right now. I know you have had medical training from your tutor. That may have been years ago, but I need you to put Dan in the recovery position whilst I phone an ambulance, okay?" She nodded, and I headed indoors.

Sky's POV:

I ran outside to Phil's call and found Dan unconscious with Phil by his side. I saw Phil's lips moving, but no words came out. I spluttered an apology, and heard only three words: forgive, recovery, ambulance. I  watched him run back into the house and tried to deduce his words. He forgave me, is what I got from the first word. Recovery? I shuffled through my brain until I stumbled across a thought that made sense. The recovery position. I reached over to take Dan's left arm and turn him onto his side, with the tip of his left hand's fingers touching the ground. Next, his leg. I began to clutch his thigh between my hands when a small moan escaped his lips. He felt it. "Dan?" I whispered, but there was no response. He must have been in pain if he's not trying to communicate. I rolled down his trousers to take a look at his apparently injured thigh, and saw a deep purple bruise that had been swelling through his jeans. Broken.

"PHIL!" I shouted, "BRING OUT A BLANKET! I NEED TO TAKE DOWN DAN'S JEANS! HIS LEG IS BROKEN!" About a minute later, Phil came out with his duvet. "The ambulance is on it's way." He said, obviously trying to sound confident. I asked him for a bag of frozen peas from the freezer, and proceeded to take down Dan's skinnies. I gently laid the blanket over him and stroked his forehead, waiting for Phil to come with those bloody peas.

When he finally returned, his face was oddly squinted. I took the bag of peas off of him, but kept my eyes on his face as I felt the swelling under the blanket and lightly held the bag against it. Phil was clearly in a lot of pain.

"Philly," I said, "What's wrong?" He lifted his sleeve and showed me his arm. I was horrified. There were large, swollen, purple finger marks scattered on his forearm, and large open gashed were evident. I squealed and jumped up, making a run towards the door. "I'll be right back." I shouted as I jumped up the stairs, three at a time. I rummaged through my draw until I found a large tube of white paste, before running back downstairs and outside to meet Phil again.

"What's that?" He said through concealed tears. "My own special formula." I said, rubbing some of the paste onto his sore skin. He let out a sigh and I smiled. I had made this after my dad had given me a rather large black eye, and I wanted to hide it from Phil, so as not to worry him. The recipe is my secret, but I spent hours working on it. The swelling on Phil's forearm started to go down immediately, and I lifted the peas from Dan's leg and applied some there, too. A few seconds later, the flash of an ambulance's lights appeared down the road and the sirens made us alert. As the ambulance approached, Phil scooped Dan up, careful to avoid his leg, and placed him on a stretcher which a paramedic had just pulled out of the back.

Phil's POV:

I felt sudden strength as I picked Dan up and delicately laid him down on a stretcher. I signalled to Sky to go back into the house, and once I was sure she had gotten in safely and locked the door, I jumped inside the ambulance and tightly gripped Dan's hand.

"Are you a relative?" said a soft-sounding woman's voice. "I'm his..." I hesitated. "Partner." She gave me a sympathetic look and reassured me everything would be fine. The rest was a blur. We arrived at the hospital after what seemed like hours and Dan was carried away to an operating room, with me left in a cold waiting room. The same woman approached me after about ten minutes and said, "Unfortunately, it's not just his leg that's an issue. His skull has ben fractured badly and we need to perform an operation. Would you mind telling us how he damaged his head?" I proceeded to explain to her in a panicked tone that my father had thrown him to the ground, which is probably the point at which he hit his head.

"Don't worry, love, we're doing what we can to help him, but there may be severe outcomes. We will fetch you after the operation is completed to come and see him." I nodded and waited there, in an uncomfortable chair, for what seemed like centuries.

Time passed, and a different nurse strode into the waiting room, looking flustered. "He's okay, now, love." She said, but that wasn't the end of her sentence. "However, there were complications. His brain has been damaged, and we think he could..." I ran out of the waiting room and followed as she over-took and clutched my hand, leading me through a corridor. We stopped at a large blue door with the numbers '826' on a metal plate attached below a window. I entered with the nurse, still holding her hand, and saw Dan lying on a white bed, his eyes focused on the distance. "We think you might have about 5 minutes with him." She said, and left us alone.

I ran to his side, and felt him lift his arm and hold my hand. "Phil," he said. "Yes? I'm right here." I whispered softly. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you... even if it's only five minutes." I felt a salty tear roll down my cheek. "I want to spend my forever with you, Dan Howell, so hold on for me." I gripped his hand whilst stroking his fingers, looking into his eyes, which were now focused on mine. "You're the most beautiful thing that I've ever seen." He whispered. With that, I had to fight to hold back sobs. He couldn't see me sad, not now. "Dan," I said, "you are beautiful. You are my sun. I love you." His eyes filled up and I stroked his tears away with my thumb, before leaning in and kissing his forehead. "I love you too, Phil. But you have to replace me. Find someone to be your new sun." I could never find a new sun. Dan was my one and only. But I needed him to be happy. "If there is someone who can fill my world with beauty and happiness like you, Daniel Howell, I will be surprised, yet content." I say as I see a smile rise upon his face. The smile that kept me going every day. The smile broke as he winced, and I stroked his forehead to calm him. "Can you tell me a story" He whispered. I thought for a second. "A happy ever after is such an event that only occurs when one truly loves another. A happy ever after is something that makes the world a brighter place. A happy ever after is when everything fits into place. A happy ever after is you and me. Us. Together, we make one. We will carry on." I began to sing, softly, next to him. "We'll carry on," the heart monitor beeped slower. "We'll carry on." A flat line traced across the screen, and a long beep ringed in my ears. A wave of tears leaked from my eyes, but I continued, "And though you're dead and gone, believe me," Dan's hand went limp. "Your memory will carry on."

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Aggghhh, I'm not crying, you are. I'm sorry it had to end like that, I might right a prologue to clear things up a little bit. See you guys soon.

Song: Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance