Dan's POV
It is getting pretty late, so I decide to go look for Phil. I
I check the couch we were sitting at earlier. He isn't there. I check the bathrooms. He isn't there.
I check the rest of the house. He isn't there.
"Huh. He must have gotten bored and gone home."
I say goodbye to my friends, and start walking down the street.
I pull out my mobile, and try to call Phil.
Straight to voicemail.
That's wierd.
I continue down the street, and notice flashing lights ahead of me. Ambulances? Probably just another car crash. I keep walking forward. The crash must have been pretty recent, police are just showing up now.
I stop.
There is a familiar man laying on the ground.
No... it couldn't.
I run as fast as I can.
"PHIL?!" tears cover my face.
Black hair, pale skin, Phil.
That is Phil.
My Phil.
I can't feel anything. My ears are ringing. I try to run to his side, but I am stopped by a police's officer.
"Sir, this is an emergency scene, you can't-"
"T-THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND P-PLEASE LET ME THROUGH!" I was bauling.
Thank god the officer had some sympathy, and he let me through.
I run over, and kneel beside him. Phil. My beautiful Phil. He is covered in cuts oozing blood, and he is paler than usual.
I pull him close to me. I feel myself starting to hyperventilate.
"P-Phil... h-why...? Phil please, d-don't leave me. I-I need you." I hold hi limp body in my arms. His eyes are open, but they don't shine like they used to.
I can't feel him breathing. Why can't I feel him breathing?
"SOMEBODY HELP!" I scream at the top of my lungs. "PLEASE HELP!"
Multiple paramedics run over. They set a gurney down next to him, and slowly shuffle him onto it.
"P-Please be careful with him." I sob.
They start checking him over.
"I can't find a heart beat." One says to the other.
"We need to get him to the hospital for immediate surgery."
"Sir, will you be joining him in the ambulance?" One of them asks me.
I nod. I can't speak anymore. Phil could be dead. I can't lose Phil.
00000000000000000000000000000000
We finally get to the hospital. They still can't find Phil's heartbeat.
"We will do our best, son." One of them reassures me.
It doesn't help.
They pull Phil out of the back of the ambulance, and rush him to the emergency room. I try to follow, but once again, a paramedic stops me.
"He is going into immediate surgery sir, you can't go with him."
"But I n-need to-"
"I see you are upset about the situation. Please, go sit down, and we will have someone come talk to you about the matter." She tells me.
"Upset? OF COURSE I'M FUCKING UPSET! MY BOYFRIEND COULD BE DEAD AND I CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT! He-Phil... he could be dead." Tears run down my face again.
The nurse helps me up, and guides me to the waiting room.
Phil might die. Phil might die, and I never got to tell him I love him again be for he did. I might never see his beautiful blue eyes, or his perfect smile... I won't he a his laugh or-
"Mr. Howell?" A nurse enters the room.
I jump out of my chair.
"That's me." She walks over, and we both sit down.
"There is no news on Mr. Lester yet, but I thought you might want more information about the accident."
I nod.
"He and the other individual in the car were intoxicated-"
"Other individual?" I ask.
"Mark Lasette. He was the one driving. Don't worry, he made it out with only a broken leg."
"Why the hell would I be worried about him if he onky broke his leg? My boyfriend might not even be alive after this!" I stand up and look at her.
"Mr. Howell, calm down. Let me finish." I wipe my tears, and sit back down.
"Witnesses say that they ran a red light, and collided with another vehicle. Phil wasn't wearing a seatbelt, resulting in him being propelled out the windshield, which is why he is in worse condition."
I hide my face in my hands. Why did I leave? I should have just stayed with him at the party. Then none of this would have happened. I should have been the one to get hit by a car. Phil doesn't deserve any of this.
My sobs grow louder.
"I will notify you if I learn more about Mr. Lesters condition." I hear her get up and leave.
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