And that was it. Bastille Fanfic.

Chapter 17: Reality

"I love you Dan," you say

"You're the best friend ever" Dan chokes out. His greyish blue eyes have started to give the hollow look and his face is sheet white.

"I'll be right back, I promise," you say.

Dan nods.

You race down the corridoor and down the stairs to fetch a coffee from the machine.

"God dammit..." you curse under your breath. There's no coffee left so you have to go without.

You run back up the stairs and crash into Dan's 'area'.

You stand there for a moment, refusing to take in the scene. Dan is surrounded by doctors, who are all saying things which you don't understand.

You are desperate to see what's going on so you push past a doctor to see Dan. Dan's lead on the bed. His chest is slightly lifted and his neck is titled back. His arms look stuck to the bed, but you grab hold of one of his hands. It's cold. He twitches and then twitches again. You notice that he must have been twitching for a while.

"Oh Dan," you whisper.

You can't believe this is happening.

"Dan..." you say.

Then Dan closes his eyes and the mechine next to you starts beeping.

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You open your eyes.

Dan. That's all what's on your mind. You turn your head and see the bed is empty. You jolt upright and make your way to reception.

"Where can I find Daniel Smith?" you ask the receptionist.

"He is unable to be looked at, at the moment as he is going under funeral preperations"

You freeze.

Dan is dead.

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So sorry it's short I want to leave a bit of a cliffhanger?!