"Phil, don't you dare die on me," Dan cried, clinging to Phil's frail body on the ground.
"I won't let you! I won't let that happen! You're the best thing that I've fucking had! Don't leave me please..."
Phil's face flinched suddenly, making Dan unsure of whether he was grimacing in pain or what Dan had just said but either way, he gripped Phil's cold hand tighter, tears spilling onto Phil's blood stained shirt.
He watched Phil look onto Dan's tear stained face, a small sad smile appearing on Phil's pale face before a few warm tears spilled down his cheeks. With all his strength that he could gather, Phil gripped Dan's sweaty palm back.
"I promise I won't Danny boy," Phil whispered back, before suddenly retching and choking, thick blood spurting out of his mouth.
Dan didn't what else to do. This was his worst nightmare ever happening right before his eyes so he clung Phil's body, hugging him to his chest and sobbing hard into his shoulder.
"I can't let you go Phil," he whispered hoarsely, gulping between sobs. "I can't let you die on me, you can't do that please. You're my fucking everything! I can't let you g--"
And then the moment was soon over before it even began as paramedics came rushing in, muscling Dan out of the way and grabbing Phil's body and locking him into the stretcher.
Dan looked on helplessly, sat on the cold ground sobbing. Dan felt numb inside. Just hours ago they were filming a YouTube video together, smiling and laughing. Happy.
And now here he was, crouching on the road, watching the best thing he'd ever had being carried into the back of the ambulance.
"Wait!" Dan cried out. He stood up, his legs suddenly like jelly and stumbled towards the ambulance doors. "Wait for me! I'm coming too!"
