Until The End // Phan

Chapter 8

*Phil's Pov*

"She'll be ok" Bobby assured me. A wave of relief washed over me. I didn't think we would be able to save her. Thank God for Bobby. Now, who exactly is Bobby?

We were all sat in the livingroom now, Bobby sitting on the edge of the coffee table, just as Alex had done last night. That felt so long ago now.

"Ok, who are you guys again?" He asked us, his brows furrowed.

"I'm Dan" Dan started, resting his hand over mine in the little space between us. "This is Phil. Like I said before, Alex saved us from the city." I moved my hand away from Dan's, not wanting to flaunt anything until we really knew this guy.
"It was chaos" I continued Dan's explanation. "We wouldn't have made it out if it weren't for her."

Bobby's tense formed eased after our introduction. "I'm Alex's uncle Bobby, her mum's brother. She called me, my sister, when everything started. She told me to come here to get Alex. I didn't expect anything like this driving up here. What happened?"

Dan explained to Bobby everything that happened prior to his arrival. I sat there, quiet as he spoke. I had nothing to say.

As Dan talked, I decided to check on Alex who was again unconscious in the kitchen. We had gotten more blankets and pillows and made her comfortable on the floor since we couldn't move her.

I sat next to her, just staring at her features. Her colour was pale, her skin cold. She looked as if she were dead, although I knew she wasn't by the rise and fall of her chest telling me she was breathing. I wondered when she would wake up and how long it would be before she recovered. Just last night, Alex was saving mine and Dan's lives. Now, we were trying our best to save hers.

I don't know what it is about Alex, but something makes me feel like I've known her for forever. I feel like I have to protect her, care for her as if she were my little sister even though she was just about the same age as me. I hated how I froze up when Alex needed help. I left Dan to deal with everything while I avoided the situation. I wanted to help her, I really did, but I'm just not good in those types of situations. I just shut down. What happens when it's Dan who needs my help? What will I do then?

Before I could let my thoughts go any further, Bobby walks into the kitchen followed by Dan.

"How's she doing?" Bobby asked me, his voice softer than before.

"Same" I answered, not really sure of what else to say.

"She was always a fighter" Bobby started, a grin appearing on his face. "She took Karate as a kid. Every time she got knocked down, she would always get back up, no matter how many bruises were left on her skin. She was never one to give up easy."

Before Bobby could say anything else, Alex turned her head, thrashing a bit before she finally opened her eyes.

"Alex?" Bobby kneeled down next to Alex and I scooted over to give him room.

"Uncle Bobby?" She croaked, clearly in pain.

"I'm here, baby." Alex gave a weak smile as Bobby stroked her hair gently. "How are you feeling?" He questioned, although her answer was obvious considering what Bobby had told us about her.

"I'm fine. It barely hurts." We all knew she was lying, but I admired her strength either way. I would most likely be in constant tears over the pain. That just made me think even harder about how I'm going to make it in this world.

I pushed my thoughts aside as I stood up, grabbing Dan's wrist to bring him into the livingroom. It was probably best to give Alex and Bobby a few minutes alone to talk.

"What do you think's gonna happen now?" Dan asked me as we sat on the floor in the livingroom, our backs resting against the couch. I didn't answer him. There was no point. I had no clue what's going to happen to us or to the world.. or my family. I tried to push the thought of them away again, but I just couldn't.

"My family" I spoke blankly.

"I know. There's not much we can do now, Phil. I'm sorry."

"We could go back for them." I knew what I was saying was impossible, or we would end up getting ourselves killed, but I felt that saying it would make me feel better. Like I tried to do something.

"Phil, no. You know how dangerous it is out there. You know we can't do that."

I knew all along that what Dan was saying was true, but hearing him say it aloud hurt more than my thoughts. I tried choking back tears but I just couldn't hold on anymore. I began to sob quietly as Dan wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in close. I nuzzled my face into his shoulder seeking comfort, although the only thing that could make me feel better right now was knowing my parents and brother were ok.

"We could try the phone" Dan said suddenly. Obviously it wouldn't work, but Dan would do anything to get me to feel better.

I brought my head up from his shoulder, sniffling. "It's no use. You know it won't work."

Without responding, Dan grabbed his bag from underneath the coffee table where he had left it last night. He opened the zipper and began digging threw the few things he had brought.

After a minute of rumaging, he pulled out his IPhone. "Hey, it's not dead!" He announced with a smile on his face. Thankfully, his cheeky smile made my frown dissappear. He didn't even have to try to cheer me up. His personality did it all on its own.

"Here." He handed me the phone, my mum's number already pulled up on the screen. I took a deep breath and hit the "call" button.

It wasn't long before a woman's voice rang in my ears, telling me the phone is not in service. Go figure.

All I wanted was to hear my mother's voice. Was that too much to ask? Apparently.

I handed the phone back to Dan, the frown reappearing on my face. At least I didn't keep my hopes high. Dan sighed and threw the dying phone into his bag.

"It was worth a shot" He tried to say enthusiastically but failed.

"I guess, yea. Thank you." I pulled Dan in again, wrapping my arms around his waist. He wrapped his around my neck as we sat in silence, waiting for this endless nightmare to finally come to a close.

As if.