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It wasn't until about 3 hours later that Phil woke up. Chris had been by, and brought food, but after a few minutes of sitting there he mumbled something about a meeting and then left. I understood, it was just too depressing to be here.
Phil blinked his eyes open, breath speeding up for a moment as if he was trying to figure out where he was before he calmed back down. Now he looked a bit more like his usual sunshine-ey self.
"Hey" he mumbled sleepily, flashing a weak smile.
"Hi" I whispered back, placing my hand ever-so-gently on his arm. To be completely honest, I was a bit scared of breaking him. He looked so fragile, like a china doll that could shatter any time. "How are you feeling?" I asked softly.
"I........I'm....scared" he admitted. "But at least I can breathe now" he smiled again and tapped the oxygen mask with his forefinger.
"Yeah, that's good. Are you hungry? Chris brought food, but I'd have to ask the doctors what you can eat." I offered, chewing nervously at my upper lip.
"No, I'm okay right now. But thank you. I'm kinda trying to psyche myself up for surgery" he mumbled, not meeting my eyes.
"Everything will be fine, I promise. I'll be here for you through everything, no matter what." I lied. That was the thing. I didn't know that everything would be okay. I couldn't Promise him that he would live through this. And it pained me.
*
About two hours later, my mum texted me and asked where I was. Apparently I had forgotten that I was supposed to meet her for lunch today. Once again I explained what had happened, and she replied,
Do you want me to come to the hospital?
I showed Phil the message and he shrugged. "I wouldn't mind company."
u can come just dont bring food I texted back
Okay. I won't 😉
Parents are annoying.
*
20 minutes later my mum showed up with a casserole dish and a plate of cookies.
"Muuuuum, we already have food. Plus, Phil isn't hungry right now." I whined.
"Nonsense, you two are growing boys. You need to eat." She insisted.
Phil started giggling, that laugh that I missed so much. How long has it been since I've heard him laugh? I asked myself. After thinking for a moment, I realized that it actually had not been that long. I decided that hospital time must pass slower than time out in the rest of the world.
"I don't mean to sound rude, m'am, but I'm 29. I don't think I'm still growing." Phil laughed.
"Boys are always growing. You should always listen to your mum, too." She replied, tapping me on the forehead with her index finger matter-of-factly.
*
After my mum had finally left Phil looked exhausted, and I'm sure I did too.
"Come cuddle" he insisted, scooting over a bit on the small bed to make some room for me. I gently lay down on my side, facing him, and draped my arms loosely around his torso.
We just lay there for a moment, looking at each other. His eyes were big and blue and concerned, looking into me deep brown ones for comfort. But I didn't have much to offer. Then he broke the silence. "What time is it?" He asked.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and turned it on. "3:42" I told him. While my phone was on I decided to check Twitter. Everyone was very concerned about Phil, fans and friends alike. Tyler, Zoe, Caspar, Connor, PJ, and Troye had all replied to Phil's tweet in a very concerned manner.
"Zoe wants to come visit you. Tyler says that he wishes you were here but is sure you'll be alright. PJ insisted that he'll be here after the surgery. Troye and Connor both wish you the best, and Troye says he would drop everything to come see you but he's on tour right now." I read off. That was almost everyone's messages. "And I think the fandom started a hashtag for you" I added.
"Wow.......that's a lot. Can you tell everyone thank you for me? You know the password to my account."
"Phil. You know I don't remember things." I said seriously.
He rolled his eyes and grabbed my phone. He shakily typed llamalionphanisreal
I desperately attempted holding back laughter, and failed. "Okay then" I chuckled.
(A/N: this is just kinda a filler chapter, I do apologize. I haven't been emotionally stable lately so you're lucky to get this, loyal reader <3
Also, I just now read The Fault In Our Stars for the first time (well, I'm almost done with it) and I realized this fic is kind of like it.......oops? It obviously was not intended, but I'm sorry if it seems that way.
But anyways, GOODBYE GUYS! See you in the next chapter for some good old-fashioned Sadness)
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