Dan and Phil Preferences and Imagines (Closed)

#22 Car Crash

Phil
It's been about three years since you met Phil and you had just moved in with him and Dan.
You stuff another mint fudge cookie in your mouth scrolling through tumblr. You look at the time. 6:45
Phil's usually home By five thirty, where is he, and Dan? You get up checking out the window for your boyfriend but finding no one. You sigh before returning to your seat. They'd call if they were gonna be late. After pondering it you decide to call the studio.
"No, they left almost an hour ago Y/N," the receptionist says.
"Thanks." You hang and start to panic and call Phil. He didn't answer. You try Dan, no answer.
Even more panicked you call Phil's mum. Finally an answer.
"Hello?" She answers.
"Hey it's Y/N have you seen Phil?" You ask.
"No, why?"
"He's not answering and him and Dan still aren't back from BBC." You reply.
"Okay, umm stay calm, I'll see what I can do," she replies, you nod
"Okay." You say hanging up and calling Phil again getting an answer.
"Hello?" An unfamiliar voice asks.
"Who is this?" You ask,
"Hi I'm Dr. Now." He replies. "From the London ER."
"What?"
"Are you Phil or Dans girlfriend?" He asks.
"Phil's." You answer feeling hot tears form inside your eyes.
"Phil and and Dan were in an accident today."
With that your were gone hailing for a taxi, to the hospital. Tears falling down your cheeks you jumped out of the car leaving the driver a twenty before the car even stopped. You ran in not seeing your boyfriend anywhere, but you did see Dan he was sitting in the chair in the waiting room with his arm in a cast and stitches on his forehead that complimented his busted lip and black eye. When he saw you he popped up quickly.
"Where is he?" You ask wiping away tears.
"Uh, uh, I think room 203." He explained obviously shook up.
"Are you okay?" You ask him putting you hands on his cheeks. He nods and you run down the hall stopping at the last door. Room 203. You cry harder when you see Phil in the bed his hand has an iv in it hooked up to a machine. He has his leg on a pillow in a white cast, a black eye, stocked on his nose and forehead, and bruises and cuts everywhere. You run to his side taking his one hand in your two.
"Phil." You cry kissing his forehead and brushing his jet black hair from his face .
Dan
"Fuck off Dan!" You shout shutting the door in his face, he was about to scream something back but you didn't give him the chance. You yell in mfrustration plopping yourself on the couch and turning on a movie to help calm you down. Half way in you were sleeping. But not for long because you soon got a call.
"Hello?" You ask groggily.
"Hello? Is this Y/F/N?" An unfamiliar voice asks.
"This is she." You say sitting up and turning o my he table side lamp and yawning.
"Hi, I'm from the London Hospital, Daniel Howell was in an accident."
Your eyes got wide as you hop up and put o my our coat.
"What room?" You ask tears in your eyes.
"149." He answers.
"Thank you." You add hanging up and running down the apartment stairs and hailing a taxi. You tell them hurry and you arrive soon after you got in. You throw him an extra bill and run out and into the hospital. With out checking in you just ran down the hall to room 149.
Dan was sitting almost laying in bed eyes closed, his left arm in a cast, busted lip and bruised nose and black eye. To finish it off he had stitches in his forehead and an iv in his forearm. You in over to him tears now falling down your cheeks. You grasp his good hand and with a jolt he's awake.
"Y/N." He manages a smile.
"Damnit Dan." You sob hugging him tightly. "I'm so sorry."
"No, don't be, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything I said, I love you." He comforts placing his good hand behind your neck and rubbing the back of your neck with his thumb.
"Are you okay?" You ask brushing hair from his face. He nods.
"Yeah," he says a half smirk on his face.
"Dan, here's your pudding." A nurse smiles coming in and setting a pudding cup on his bedside table.
"I'm starving." He chuckles.
"Of course you are." You giggle kissing his forehead as he barley opens it. It takes the spoon using his right hand and failing miserably. You take the cup and spoon from him and take a spoonful out smiling. Happily you put it in his mouth, he cheeks turn a deep red and you can't help but smile.

Can I just say, when I found out that Dab was left handed I had an attack because I'm left handed to and his video was amazing on it because it's so true😂
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