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"Oof." I said in surprise and shock as I fell to the ground. Luckily my left hand was protected in my right, so that didn't do too much. My cheek was on the ground, and there was still another person on top of me.

"-sorry! I'm so sorry!" I hadn't been listening to their apology as they awkwardly got off of me. A few people stared, but just kept on walking. They'd landed on my backpack which was probably very uncomfortable, so I ended up almost feeling worse for them.

"It's fine," I said as I got into my knees with using only my right hand. "Don't worry about it."

"Dan?" The person asked in curiosity as I suddenly recognised the voice.

"Phil?" I turned to see him looking down at me as he started to laugh. If course he'd ran into me. Well, more of knocking me over. I awkwardly joined his chuckle too as he helped me to my feet.

"Hey," he said as he blushed and cleared the laugh from his throat. "Sorry about that." Whatever anger or confusion I felt disappeared. Phil, from the short time I'd known him, seemed very accident prone. He broke his rib because he was running from a wasp for God's sake.

"Like I said," I returned the awkward smile. "Don't worry about it."

He walked around me and held the door open as we walked in and ordered some coffee. We sat at one of the further corner tables. "Seems like you were in a rush." I let some of the hot coffee warm me up.

He nodded and took the cup from his lips. I realized I was staring at them and lightly blushed, looking away as he went to talk. "Yeah, one of my other friends needed a last minute hand on my way over." He shrugged it off and leaned back, relaxing.

I suddenly felt a little bad. Had he been busy. What if I had interrupted something? I mean, I know I'm not his only friend. But he's my only friend. I don't think he knows that. He seems like someone who could easily attract friends, he's that kind of person. Friendly. "Hope I didn't interrupt anything." I said as casually as I could.

He shook his head, a small smile creeping at his lips. Had he known what I'd been thinking? Maybe, or it was just written all over my face. Sometimes I'm bad at covering the emotions my thoughts create on my face. "You weren't, she's just persistent about some things." he smiled and took another sip. I really like his smile. It had a warming feel about it.

"I see," I took another sip. I honestly didn't understand that well. He's a nice person, probably always running last minute errands for his friends. But I didn't completely understand just doing things for others because they asked of me. I'm more of a selfish person. I try to make as many people as I can happy, but I've almost completely given up on sacrificing my own happiness to do so. 

Phil looked at his phone. I'm assuming it was for the time as he briefly looked back up. "Ok, so if we want to make it to the hospital in time, we have about 35 minutes to do something."

I nodded and drank some more coffee. It was nice that he was keeping time. I would probably forget it all together if he wasn't. I'd slept the best and longest I had in a long time, and my dream kept entering my mind if I let it wonder too far. But I was just as tired as every other morning, no, it's in the afternoon. I guess that's why I was drinking coffee?

"Speaking of which," he started, "What would you like to do?" Now that I thought about it, I hadn't planned on anything. I know we were going to end up doing something, I just wasn't sure on what. Had he? Probably not. He did just ask me what I'd like to do. Was he just being generous? Oh for goodness sake, I was thinking too much about this. It was simple yes or no question.

I shrugged in response. "Haven't really thought about it." I decided it was easier to just say the truth than elaborate on some ridiculous lie. He seemed to trust me really easy, even if that was the way he was with almost everyone, I think it'd be best to not lose it. And to trust him in return. This was one weird feeling. The feeling that I needed to be really honest with Phil, the Phil I met yesterday at a hospital.

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