Wake me up. Dan X reader

Your family

*Phil's POV*

Seeing Dan in such a feeble, weak state pains me to my core. I can't lie, I'm jealous. Y/N hasn't left his side, even when he's unconscious he still has a better chance with her than I do.

I know it's childish and pathetic but I feel betrayed. If Y/N wasn't here I would punch his lights out, someone did that part for me.

I won't tell Y/N that I'm feeling this way, they haven't done anything wrong. It's all me.

I do feel sorry for them. Everything they've been through together.

I need to know who did this.

Who tried to kill Dan?

*Narrator*

You tousle Dan's hair gently in-between your soft fingers. Phil opens the door and smile softly at you.

"Y/N I was thinking, do you know of anyone who would try to hurt him?" He gestured to Dan.

You smile dissolves into a frown.

You shake your head, "It was probably just a creepy fan," you instantly cringe (like how you hit him with a door you idiot!)

You mentally slap yourself.

"Umm hum, you're probably right. I just can't help but wonder if...", Phil said, " JIM!"

You're eyes widened, "I'll be right back." You stand and storm away.

You begin running, through wards, past nurses, out of the door, into the woods.

You lean against a tree and catch your breath.

You pull out your phone and pound in your mother's number.

"WHERE'S JIM?" You yell.

"I don't know what you mean."

"yes you do! Where is he, tell me!"

"He's... Out..." She stuttered.

"BULL SHIT!" You're running out of patience, "TELL ME WHERE HE IS!"

"In... London..." There's a long pause.

You drop the phone and slump down to the ground. Branches pressing into your back, grass irritating your legs.

Hot angry tears pelt down your cheeks.

You reach for your phone, "Hello, I'd like to report an attempted murder... Yes, my name is Y/F/N... His name is Jim Waterson... London... Dan Howell... Yes... Thank you... Goodbye."

You quickly text Phil.

Y/N: I know who did it.

Phil: Who?!

Y/N: Jim.

No reply.

The skies open and the rain begins to tumble from the clouds once again.

You walk back to the hospital.

Rain clinging to your eyelashes and drowning you, slowly drowning...

Nurses try to give you towels or a change of clothes, you reject their offers and march through to Dan.

You open the door, Dan looks at you.

You sprint to him and kiss him over and over.

"You're awake!" You cry.

"you're soaked!" He laughs.

You frown and look down.

"what is it Y/N?" He asks concerned.

"Don't worry about me, you're the one in hospital this time. When are they discharging you?" You change the subject immediately.

He raises an eyebrow, "tomorrow... Are you ok?"

You nod, "I'll help you pack tonight so we can leave as soon as possible in the morning."

He kisses your cheek and touches the scar on your neck, "I don't think your family are fond of me." He said looking in your eyes.

A lump forms in your throat that you can't swallow.

You sit on his legs and place a hand on his shoulder.

Phil looks at you unnervingly. His look says, "Don't tell him! Stop!"

You look down and he rubs your arm.

"You're not going to tell me you're pregnant... Are you!?" He says.

"No! No, it's nothing like that. It's worse. Much, much, much worse..." You swallow hard.

He touches your chin and lifts your face to his, kissing you gently.

"Go on, I promise I won't freak out." He says reassuringly.

"Dan, I know who tried to kill you," you say into your hands,

Between sobs you say

"it... Was... Jim."