I awoke heavily breathing, in a clean white room. I was wrapped in a white blanket, sprawled in the middle of the blank room. Hm. This place wasn't familiar.
But that's not what matters.
Dan's not here.
My breathing became quick and shallow as I stood up, pacing around the room. I looked the blurry glass. " Patient 27B ".
27B.
Who was 27A?
Ah.
Dan.
Of course Dan. We were taken together.
Hey, why was I not 27A? No fair. Hmph.
But that's not what matters.
Where is Dan?
Wherever 27A is. Probably a near room.
But that's not what matters.
What time is it? What day is it?
I don't know, but that's not what matters.
What matters is Dan. My llama. My baby boy.
I took off my ripped plaid shirt, button by button, trying to keep it in as great condition as I could. I laid it down on the floor, pressing and rolling my hands over it like an iron, and picking it up again, laying it down directly under the only light in the room.
I miss Dan already.
I could hear footsteps outside of my door. Steady.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Clip.
Clop.
Clip.
Clop.
I heard the roaring of a chainsaw.
No, no no.
Not Dan.
Hysteric laughing.
Not Dan.
A thick wave of fear rolled over my body as I charged toward the glass.
" NOT DAN! " I yelled, crashing through the glass into the hallway, just as clean as the room itself.
Patient 27A.
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Ward Room 27 ( A Phan Story )
FanfictionThis is a sad story about Phan. This is rated mature, because it features lots of innapropriate language, sexual innuendos, and mature themes. This is written by UNKNOWN purely c: Enjoy!!
