Stronger

Chapter 8

Pale, almost blue lips that looked extremely dry and cracked. His skin was as white and thin looking as a sheet of paper. You could see his veins on his arms extremely clearly. His eyes were closed lightly, but I could tell that he wasn't sleeping.

"Phil?" I whispered, not even sure if I recognized him. I hung awkwardly in the doorway, tentative to come in.

His eyes now-dull eyes blinked open as soon as he heard my voice. "Dan" he murmured, eyes filling with tears.

"Phil" I said again, more as a statement this time than a question. I shut the door and crossed the small room to kneel by his side.

"T-this is the s-scariest thing in th-the world" he said quietly, voice choking with sobs.

"I know. But I promise that everything will be fine. You can get through this. We'll start chemo or something......." I ranted nervously.

"Y-you can leave me you know. There's n-nothing keeping you with me, and I'm t-too problematic." He whimpered softly, not meeting my eyes.

My heart shattered like a piece of glass that had just been stomped on by a giraffe. "No. I'm never leaving you. Ever." I stated, brushing some tears off his face with my thumb. I leaned down and kissed his lips softly, a cocktail of love and sadness burning in my stomach. (I had to)

Our lips moved together gently, making my stomach flutter quite a bit. I rested my hand on his shoulder, beginning to try and take it slightly farther without really thinking. This was our first kiss since.......the incident.

But then my nose bumped into his oxygen mask, making me jump back and yelp a little in pain.

"Oh my god Dan! I'm so sorry" Phil apologized, biting his lip worriedly.

"No, it's okay. I'm fine." I promised. I slipped into the uncomfortable bed next to him, lying on my back and staring at the ceiling. I felt his fingers entangle gently in my hair, running through the chocolate-brown, curly locks.

"I like you with your hobbit hair" he said quietly, eyes beginning to droop a bit.

"I hate it, but I like it when you play with my hair." I whispered back, closing my own eyes peacefully.

"Let's get some sleeps. I miss sleeping with you." Phil murmured.

"Sounds like a plan."

*

"D-Dan......it hurts" Phil whimpered, jolting me out of my sleep. The room was still brightly lit, but the dark sky out the window made it apparent that it was about midnight.

"Phil? What's wrong?" I asked, sitting up so quickly that I fell off the bed onto my arse. I clambered to my feet and leaned over him. "What hurts?" I questioned without missing a beat.

"M-my chest.......I'm having trouble.....getting air in" he managed out.

"Okay. Uhm. Oh my god. I'm gonna go get a doctor." I said frantically, making me way out into the hall. The first person I saw was Dr. Louise again, looking more exhausted than she had earlier. I tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around quickly.

"Phil Lester, in room 208 is having trouble breathing and we really need a doctor or something because he's in pain" I gasped out.

"I'll be right there. Calm down, Daniel. Everything will be fine." She said, something about her voice soothing me ever-so-slightly.

I nodded and walked away, wondering how on earth she remembered my name.

*

As it turned out, whatever was happening to Phil was a completely normal thing for lung cancer patients. It had been determined that he was going to begin chemotherapy treatments every day, starting tomorrow.......well, actually today. It was 5 in the morning. 

Though everyone had insisted that he try to go back to sleep, Phil was wide awake and seemed to be panicking a little bit. His entire body was shaking and his eyes were darting around nervously, then coming back to look down at himself sadly.

"Hey" I whispered, leaning close to his ear. "I love you. A lot. And you're going to get better." I promised.

"I'm just glad that I already have you and don't have to go to a support group to meet you." Phil joked weakly.

"That reference tho" I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

"It was very intentional" he confirmed. "And I love you very much. More than Augustus loved Hazel." He added.

"That's.......that's not possible. Nope. No way." I insisted, giggling a bit.

"Yes it is"

"No"

"Yes

"No"

"Yes"

"I'm not going to argue with you. You need sleep. Get some rest, sunshine." I whispered, kissing his forehead.

(A/N: uhm so they talked about The Fault In Our Stars in this, and I don't want to get sued, so the characters, title, and everything else go to John Green. Mhmm so yeah.

ANYWAYS. The next chapter should be tomorrow. Because I'm getting really excited about this plot. But I stg if one more person comments "please don't kill Phil!" I will break a nearby window. I'm The Author, let me do what I want.

What are your thoughts on Louise becoming a more major character? How do you feel about the makeout scene that Dan managed to ruin? Let me know!

Goodbye, tiny beanibobs!)