((Phil's POV))
This isn't like any fantasy book I've ever read. Where my ghost can wonder about the world while my body lays still. No. This is hell. I can hear and smell everything around me, I can even feel the bed sheets and blanket covering me. But I can't see anything. All I have is my mind and memories to keep me company... Which isn't a very good thing right now.
The worst part is, other than feeling everything physically like the rough blankets and the pain that covers my entire body like paint on a canvass, I'm hurting mentally too. I know what really happened to me and I can't tell anyone important. Dan is probably sitting at home waiting for me to wake up. All I want is to be able to open my eyes and see his face...
After a few hours of hearing nurses walking down the halls and crying family members and friends I hear the familiar pattern of walking and sound of shoes against the floor. Dan. He sits down in one of the chairs by the bed.
"I love you," he weeps.
"I love you too," I reply but he can't hear.
"You better wake up soon you ass."
"I'm trying, Dan."
"I-I uh, brought this for you," he lays something down on the end table by the bed.
"What is it?"
Of course he doesn't answer the question.
"I thought you may want it," he sniffles. He mumbles something, but I don't catch it. "Goddamn! I wish this was me instead of you, you don't deserve this! What have you ever done?!"
"Don't say that..." I feel a tear fall down my cheek.
((Dan's POV))
"I-I uh, brought this for you," I say wiping my eyes. I put a Buffy themed vase of flowers on the end table along with Lion sitting next to it. In front of the flowers is a blue velvet covered box with a ring inside...
"I don't know when you'll wake up so...
Goddamn! I wish this was me instead of you, you don't deserve this! What have you ever done?!" I scream angry at the universe.
Looking down at Phil he's in the same state he's been in all along. This isn't the same animated animated Phil I love and know. Then I notice something, something off. There's a tear rolling down his cheek, followed by more and more I wipe them frantically, for once I have hope.
"Hey love don't cry." I say praying for the first time in my life to get an answer from him.
"Please Phil you must be able to hear me, right?" Nothing.
He just lays there, pale, motionless, and dying.
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Little Ray of Sun (Phan)
FanfictionPhil struggling Dan weeping Dan has to deal with the thoughts of his lover's life fading away. "It's only a coma," the doctors tell him "He'll wake up," they say. But Dan doesn't have much hope. Will Dan's little ray of sun survive this? Will Dan s...
