Stronger

Chapter 12

I slouched against the chair, closing my eyes and almost crying in relief. "He's alive. He's going to be okay." I whispered to myself, blinking my eyes open to look at Phil's sleeping form. The doctors had managed to get rid of the fever and steady his breathing. He was once again on the road to recovery.

*

It was another hour or so before Phil woke up. I spent the entire time gently playing with his hair and watching him sleep. Every breath that left his lips gave me hope for the future, hope that he would be okay.

Once that calm but painfully slow hour had passed Phil  blearily opened his eyes into mine.

"Hi" he whispered.

I smiled and smoothed his hair back. "I love you" I responded.

There was a moment of silence in which we both just kind of stared at each other, before Phil asked, "what happened to me?"

I bit my lip and looked down. "You just.......kinda passed out. I was panicking and trying to wake you up, when I should've just called 999 immediately. You........I......you could've died because of me" I whispered ashamedly.

"Oh Dan" he said, placing his hand on my cheek. "It's not your fault. I think that's what I would've done too" he admitted, shrugging slightly.

I grabbed his hand from my cheek and kissed it softly. "But if you had died it would've been my fault."

"Shh. No. How much longer do I have to be here though? This place sucks."

"I don't know.......I could go ask, but I don't want to leave your side. Ever." I said firmly.

"I feel like you've said that before.......several times." Phil giggled. "But I'm okay right now. Just go ask?"

I sighed and nodded, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead before leaving the room. I located a hospital person and politely approached them. "Do you have any idea how long Phil Lester in room 471 will have to stay?" I asked.

"I don't know. You'll have to go up to the front admission" he said, pointing the direction.

"Thanks!" I called, already moving.

*

Another surgery. After how the first one had gone. I couldn't even get Phil to talk. He was just staring at the wall and clutching tightly to the bedspread.

"Hey Phil.......they said it was your choice wether you wanted to go home in the two days before surgery or not....what do you want to do?" I asked.

There was a heavy moment of silence before he spoke up, voice shaking. "L-lets go home" he said.

"Sounds like a good plan. It sucks here." I chuckled nervously.

(A/N: uhhh sorry this is so short but I was stressing about finishing it by when I said I would??? Even though no one cares??? But yeah, philly gonna have surgery again. Sorry for the feels. And I'm not good at portraying it through the writing, but both of them are really fucked up and scared because of this. So yeah.

Anyways

There's going to be smut in the next chapter or the one after.

*screaming* 

Goodbye, my banana breads!)