Everything Will Be Fine

Chapter Eleven

(This is in Dan's point of view guys, be chill)

Phil busted into my room, mid video making. I jumped, almost falling out of my chair, "What the hell?"
"(Y/n) is in trouble, she called me and she said it was an emergency!" My eyes widened. I grabbed my phone to see several missed calls. And if she called Phil too this was not good.
Then it hit me. I shot up and put on my shoes.
I ran out of the flat at full speed. I could hear Phil calling and running after me. Tears started to well up as I ran past pedestrians and bicyclists. My body ached and my lungs burned but I kept running.
As soon as I got to her door I busted through it. I never stopped running until I got to her bedroom door. It was wide open. Fear spiked through my body as I slowly approached it. I looked through the doorway and saw her. She was on the floor, naked. Her hair was wet and her body still shone with water. Then I saw her wrist, bleeding.
I held back the urge to puke and rushed over to her. I kneel down and picked up her limp body as held her in my arms whilst I cried.
I heard Phil's foot steps enter the room, "Oh my god. I-I'll dial 999!" He said before bolting out of the room. I heard him trying to calmly speak with the operator.
I looked at her face, it was so pale. "(Y-Y/n), why?" I started to sob, "You promised!"
I sat there for a while with her in my arms. I heard sirens and people started to come in. They took her from my arms and were trying to help her.
Soon enough, she put on a stretcher and put in an ambulance. I wasn't aloud to come as they needed room to work. So I went as fast as I can to catch a taxi. Finally someone stopped and Phil and I were able to get in.
We made it to the hospital and I immediately went inside, leaving Phil to pay. I ran to a desk with a lady, asking for (y/n). She was up stairs getting stitched, so I had to wait.
3 long hours later I was guided to (y/n)'s room. She was passed out. She had a radio in the corner of the room and as I walked in I heard something that made me break down. Like I'm Gonna Lose You by Meghan Trainor had come on.
I collapsed in the chair next to her bed and held her hand. The one that didn't have the stitches and gauze. I sang the lyrics under my breath.
"Dan, I'm so sorry." Said Phil who I forgot had been there. I shook my head but didn't answer with words.
Another person came in and by the sound of her hysteric crying. It was (y/n)'s aunt. She got on the other side of (y/n).
Soon the song ended and so did the consistent, "Beep... Beep... Beep..." Of the heart monitor. In a blur we were all pushed out of the room and replaced by nurses and doctors.
(Sorry guys I've had this written for a long time but it never published.. So.. Here ya go..)