The Love We Share

9.

A/N
Shhh
I'm late but the story's not that interesting so I have no real reason to update :))
Guys it's been 3 years since MCR broke up. I'm crafting :((
I appreciate their work and I'm happy that they're all happy now so :)
K I'll write now

Phil's POV.

As consciousness overtook me and reality seeped back into my mind, I saw white.
A white ceiling, white walls. Alone in a sterile room.
I heard a screech like shoes on tiles come from the hallway, and my suspicions were correct, as I saw a tall figure slide into the doorway, a look of pure concern on his face.
"Philly!" He yelled as he dropped his coffee. The creamy liquid splashing all over the pristine white tiles and across the door.
I half heartedly smiled as he ran to my side, engulfing me in a huge hug.
For a second I enjoyed the feel of his arms wrapped around me, the smell of him before the realisation that both of my legs were in casts and my shoulder was bruised set in.
My breath drew in as I gritted my teeth, trying to lessen the fire coursing through my veins
Dan immediately recoiled after feeling me tense up.
"I heard you.. Oh my god Phil I'm so sorry I didn't mean to-"
"It's alright Dan." I smiled as wide as I could without feeling too much pain.
He grinned back and took my un injured hand, and held it with both of his.
"You'll get through this. I promise."
"I know." I said, looking down at the white sheets, my hand still desperately clutching Dan's.
He looked back up at me.
"I... Uh.. I read the letter." He said sheepishly.
"What letter?" I asked. I was still dazed from the medication.
"The one where y-you said you loved me..."
"Oh. Yeah. Well, that's a thing that's true.." I said sloppily.
"Phil-" he started but I cut him off.
"look if you don't feel the same then please tell me when I'm off these stupid drugs because I'm very emotional right now and I don't want to be
Okay?!" I almost snapped, until Dan stood up and grabbed both my hands in his.
"I love you too Phil."
I looked at him in disbelief, bewilderment.
He loved me?
Daniel James Howell actually loved me?
I closed my eyes as tears slid down my cheeks. I was surprised when Dan pressed his lips to mine. The heart monitor tracking my pulse was skyrocketing and the pulsating beeps becoming faster and faster. An incredibly happy feeling pulsed throughout my body. I smiled at the feeling, and as he reluctantly pulled away, I grabbed his shirt and pressed myself into his chest, as the pain subsided. I felt him relax as I melted into him, whispering into his chest:
"Don't ever leave me."
"I promise, Lion." He swore.
"Lion? I said weakly.
"Yep. That's my new nickname for you."
I looked around for inspiration for his nickname.
"You don't have to make one, I just thought of yours..."
His voice. People called him 'Winnie the pooh.'
"No it's alright bear." I smiled up at him.
He looked at me puzzled, before attempting to glare at me.
"Did you just..?" He slapped his forehead.
I grinned. " I love you bear."
"I love you too Lion."
His sweet words were the last thing I heard before exhaustion overtook me and I fell asleep on the plastic hospital sheets.

A/N:
Whoops
I'm happy with this chapter
Like I don't really say I'm happy with much, but I'm happy with this
:)