(A/N: it's Phil's birthday! Happy birthday Phil! Tomorrow I think I'm gonna write a oneshot that has something to do with his birthday uwu)
By the time the doctor finally came up and tapped me on the shoulder, I had mostly managed to wipe the tears off of my face so that I looked like a normal person. I had filled out the paperwork and handed it in, so I was just playing the waiting game.
"Are you Dan Howell?" The doctor asked. He was a middle-aged man, mostly bald, with a round head and glasses.
"Yeah?" I said, standing up quickly.
"Oh! You're the other half of the couple from YouTube my daughter's obsessed with. I already saw your boyfriend." The man said, eyes widening in recognition. "Anyway, the good news is that your boyfriend will be fine. The bad news is, we still don't know what's wrong with him. But you're allowed to see him now." The doctor was talking very fast and leading me down the hall all the while.
"How long is he going to have to stay? Is it serious?" I asked nervously, biting my lip.
"We're going to do a chest CT scan in a couple of hours to look at his lungs. That should tell us what's wrong, and then we'll determine treatment plans and things like that." He pointed to a room that was a few meters ahead. "Right up there, number 857, you can't miss it!" He said, and with that he hurried away.
I walked up to the door, hesitating with my hand on the knob for a moment before swinging it open.
Phil was sleeping in the uncomfortable-looking, too-white hospital bed. They had changed him into one of those horrible hospital gowns, and they had him hooked up to multiple machines, including an oxygen mask.
Not wanting to disturb him, I slowly made my way over to the chair next to his bed. He looked extremely weak and fragile, and the oxygen mask was making his rasping breath reverberate through the room. It was the only sound to be heard.
I slowly reached over to him. I just gently rested my hand on top of his. They had connected some kind of tube to it, and it seemed to be injecting a clear liquid into his body. I suddenly wanted to know exactly what they were putting into my precious Phil's body, but this was no time to go ask. I needed to stay with him.
After a few moments of me sitting there watching him sleep, his eyes slowly blinked open.
"Hi" he whispered, giving a weak smile that made me want to cry all over again.
"Hi. How do you feel?" I said quietly, flashing my own watery smile.
"Like a puppet, connected to all these tubes and wires. But it doesn't hurt anymore." He shrugged. "I'm just really exhausted."
"I'm sure. They're going to do a scan in a little while and find out what's wrong with you." I whispered.
Phil nodded. "Dan? Will you stay with me?" He asked softly, looking up at me hopefully.
That look broke my heart.
"Yes. I'll never leave your side. Unless they make me, of course, but then I'll be right back." I said quickly. The last thing Phil needed to worry about was being alone in this foreign and scary place.
"Promise?" He asked.
"Promise"
Phil sighed in relief and his eyes drooped shut. "Thank you, Dan." He mumbled before falling back asleep.
*
"I'm afraid you won't be able to go with him. Can you please stay here?" The nurse said sternly. Phil's eyes were tearing up as I reluctantly let go of his hand.
"It's okay. I'll see you soon, Phil!" I mumbled, trying to keep my tone cheerful.
*
It had been half an hour and I was starting to get annoyed at how long this was taking before the door finally swung open. Instead of Phil, like I was expecting, it was just the elderly nurse from earlier.
"We have moved Phil into a more permanent room on the 3rd floor. It's room number 208, and the doctor will be up there to discuss the diagnosis." She said.
The way she said that scared the fuck out of me. I nodded, in a daze, and made my way towards the lift.
The 1 minute ride seemed to take a billion years. The walk down the hallway was another century, and time seemed to completely stop as I opened the door. Phil was sobbing and the doctor was standing over him with a grave look on his face.
"What's wrong with him?! What did you see on the chest scan?!?!" I asked fearfully.
The doctor sighed. "Phil has stage 2 lung cancer." He announced sadly.
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Hayran Kurgu"Dan? Will you stay with me?" "Yes. I'll never leave your side. Unless they make me, of course, but then I'll be right back" "Promise?" "Promise" Phil has been acting strange lately. Like, scary strange. Is he sick? Will he end up in the hospital? C...
