Wake me up. Dan X reader

Repayed

Hearing Dan's gasping breaths broke your heart into a million pieces.

You were cold. You were wet. You were alone.

You ran through London searching. The police were on their way and Phil was looking elsewhere.

You hear a faint moan in the distance.

Grey clouds threatened you and cracked with a flash of lightning.

Rain soaked your clothes, you left without a coat or umbrella.

Your t shirt clung to your back.

You chase the voice hopelessly as if your life depended on finding Dan, which it did.

You reach the opening of an alley way.

You look down and see a stream of blood, you put your hand up to your mouth and slowly look up the alley.

Dan lay down slumped against a wall. He'd dragged himself away from the reach of any pedestrians who passed by.

You rush to him and hold his hand. He opens his swollen eyes and weakly smiles.

"Thank you for coming." Dan said.

"Honestly you don't have to thank me for being here, seriously I need to help you Dan... I can't live... Without you..." You say holding back tears.

You pull him onto your lap and stroke his hair.

You tear your shirt to press it on his wound.

He winces as you apply pressure to the gaping hole in Dan's stomach. You frown and look at the pain in his eyes.

Tears flow down your cheeks and land on Dan.

He lifts his hand to wipe your tears, his hand touches your cheek. He let it fall to the ground with exhaustion.

You press down on the wound and kiss his forehead.

"You'll be fine Dan," you say hopeful, "I promise."

He smiles a weak smile and rubs your hand.

Your clothes are decorated with blood and rain, your ears are filled with the agonising sound of Dan in pain, your eyes are releasing an endless stream of tears.

You hear thudding footsteps behind you.

Phil gasps and runs to your side, he puts his hand on top of yours and gently pushes on Dan's stomach.

Dan let's out a whimper. You kiss him for comfort. You hold his hand and draw circles on his palm with your finger.

Phil called the police and told them where we were.

An ambulance and a police car pulled over nearby.

Boots pounded against the cement and stood over towering behind you.

In an instant you were all in an ambulance.

You were repaying Dan, you were indebted to him after all he has done for you.

He was unconscious for hours.

He was rushed away from you.

You and Phil paced around the waiting room for hours on end.

After what seemed like an eternity a nurse came for you.

You both look up at her hopefully.

"He's still unconscious but we've given him a blood transfusion, we've also cleaned and sewn up his stab wound. He should be fine." She said calmly.

You don't know why but you hug her and sob into her shoulder. She hugs you and rubs your back.

"You two can go and see him now." She says.

You instinctively grab Phil's hand and squeeze it gently.

You both walk through the grey bleak hospital. It's 3am but very busy.

Phil sees Dan's room and pushes the door open with his elbow.

You sit beside Dan and take his hand instead. You hold it tightly as if you're worried someone will steal it from you.

You kiss his fingers and draw circles on his palm again.

He sleeps. Sleeps. Sleeps.

Phil is sleeping on a sofa in the corner.

You lean against his body and drift of to sleep beside him.