Apologies (A Phanfiction )

Chapter 10

In a blur, the masked person panicked and rushed out of the flat. My head was spinning and I felt like I was about to pass out. My hands were plastered to my side. I looked down, my vision blurry. I lifted one hand from my side to see that blood stained it. I looked up at Phil who had wide eyes filled with tears. "I-I'm okay, Phil," I tried to convince him. I shut my eyes tight for a second and opened them, trying to blink away the dizziness. My knees started to buckle and I felt myself falling to the floor. Phil caught me halfway to the ground, pulling me into his lap. Phil frantically pulled out his phone and dialed 999. My vision kept going black and my hearing echoed a bit. "Dan it's going to be okay. It'll all be fine. The paramedics are coming. Y-you'll be fine," I could faintly hear him choking back tears. I couldn't quite grasp at what happened yet. Suddenly, my eyelids felt extremely heavy. "I'm tired, Phil," my voice sounded so fragile and quiet in my ears. Phil pulled me tighter, "No Dan. You can't sleep okay? Not yet. Wait until the paramedics get here." My eyelids shut for a second, but I fought to keep them open. I heard sirens in the distance. My eyelids beat me. They shut and I couldn't open them. I heard loud, rushed voices and felt my body being carried off. I could feel a hand - Phil's hand - slip into mine and not let go. Then everything went numb.

I woke up in a hospital bed, shielding my eyes from the bright lights. Phil had his head resting beside me. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. I went to stretch, but winced and grabbed my side out of pain. Phil's head jerked up and he looked at me. "Dan, you're awake!" I raised an eyebrow at him. "You've been in and out for a couple of days." I nodded, "Wh-" my voice was croaky, making me stop to clear my throat, "What happened?" Phil started to explain, "I'm so sorry, Dan. This guy came into our flat and threatened us, but you pushed me out of the way and he shot you, but the doctors said there's no int-" I put up a hand, "Slow down, Phil." Phil took a deep breath and continued, "No internal bleeding and the bullet went straight through. They said you'll be fine." I nodded, "How long was I out?" Phil looked up at started thinking, "Three days." I rubbed my head. Three days. How is that even possible? "I thought I had lost you, Dan," Phil rested his head on my thigh. I placed my hand on his head, "I wouldn't leave you." "The doctors said you could come home in two days," Phil said, looking up at me. I smiled weakly at him, "That's good news." Phil nodded in agreement and smiled back. "I love you, Dan." "I love you too, Phil."

I woke up, breathing heavily, my mind racing. My hands shot down to my side. There wasn't a wound. I looked next to me. Phil was sound asleep looking so peaceful and adorable. I checked the time on my phone. Eight in the morning. I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, or wake up, if this is a dream. I pinched my arm, flinching at the pain. Not a dream. Phil shuffled in his spot and looked up at me. "What's wrong, Dan?" He sat up beside me, genuinely concerned. "It was just a bad dream I guess. Let's go back to bed," I shrugged. Phil nodded, pulling me close to him. It was just a nightmare, huh? None of that really happened. I stared up at the ceiling and thought about the dream. I debated on telling Phil for about ten minutes. I'll only tell him if he asks, I decided. I shut my eyes and tried to think about anything else. My thoughts went to Phil and his father. How could he do such things to Phil? Why didn't his mother do anything? Why didn't they care at the reunion? I blinked my eyes tightly, trying to get rid of the thoughts. Go to sleep, Daniel. I sighed and shut my eyes. I thought of happier things. Like Phil and I going to the park when we first started going out and about all our the videos we made together. I finally fell asleep.