fixing the unfixable -phan neko (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 28- Saved

Dan's P.O.V.

"It's the police. I think we've found them."

"W-what? Where?" I exclaimed, now wide awake.

"There seems to be a lot of suspicious activity going on around an abandoned warehouse about 60 miles out from the city. It hasn't been confirmed yet, but we are almost certain it is them."

"T-that's great. Thank you." I said, still stuttering in shock and wondering if this is all a dream.

"We're going to go and see if your boyfriend is there right away." the officer over the phone said with a tone of finality.

"Wait; please let me come with you." I shouted urgently.

"I'm sorry; we can't. It would be far too dangerous." He apologized.

"Please, you've got to. I need to see Phil and I know he will need me too." I pleaded, trying to make my argument sound as persuasive as possible.

"Fine," he says reluctantly, "we can take you, but you will have to wait in the car and you mustn't leave under any circumstances. We will come and collect you in 5 minutes." And with that he hung up and left me with a painful grin spread from ear to ear.

"Chris! I'm going out!" I screamed at the top of my voice and I could hear a groan of approval from upstairs. Just in case he didn't actually wake up to hear me tell him I'm leaving, I grabbed a pen and tore off a scrap of paper, writing a short note so I wouldn't leave him worrying in the morning.

I then shot to my feet and got changed into the clothes I was wearing earlier, shoved my shoes and jacket on, and then sat back down, staring out the window in anticipation. Not even a moment later, a police car pulled up and before they had gotten a chance to open their car door, I was outside and walking up to them.

"Dan Howell?" The driver questioned, to which I gave a small nod and stepped into the car.

"This could be dangerous, so you must remember not to leave the vehicle under any circumstances." The police officer next to me said.

"I know." I agreed and tried to relax in the speeding police car. The sirens were on and I could hear a few others tailing us, making just as much noise. We were all going way over the speed limit, but, it being the dead of night, the roads were empty and we didn't have to worry about being any sort of danger to other cars.

"Do you know how long the drive will be?" I asked about 10 minutes later.

"We should be there in about an hour, as long as there isn't any traffic." The officer to my left replied and I gave a small nod. The silence was so thick you could slice it with a knife, but the others didn't seem to notice—and, if they did notice, then they didn't seem to care.

"Are you okay?" The police officer by my side asked after noticing how awkward I seemed to be feeling.

"I'm fine. I just regret forgetting to bring my headphones." I joked, causing the officer to give me a brief, unreadable smile.

"So, are you excited to see Phil?" He asked and I responded with a small nod.

"You do know that he is most likely going to be in pretty bad condition, right? I've got to warn you about the chances of a change to his personality due to his trauma as well. He's probably suffered and will feel the effects of that for a while." The officer continued, dampening the statement.

"I know. But I also know my Phil. He's strong and he's already gone through a lot. It will hurt him for a while, but it won't break him. I know it won't. He's strong." I said with conviction and a small, confident smile on my face.

"Good. That's the best attitude you could possibly have for him." And after that, the car went silent again until we began to slow down and stop. Four or five cars pulled up by our left side and two on our right.

"We're all going to get moving and do our best to rescue him but you have got to remember what I said. Don't leave the vehicle." Before I could give any form of a response the car was empty and the doors were locked.

"I couldn't really get out if I wanted to." I mumbled under my breath.

Looking around, I noticed that we had stopped in the middle of nowhere. The abandoned warehouse was nowhere in sight, so I was assuming we had parked quite a trek away as a precautionary measure.

I sat alone in the car for what felt like forever—but was probably closer to two hours—before I could hear footsteps heading towards me. Quickly, I ducked down in case it was an enemy, but the sound of the lock clicking gave me assurance and let me know everyone was returning.

Looking back up, my eyes instantly caught sight of Phil and he was a mess. I could see dried blood staining his entire body and clothes, as well as the miserable tears dripping down his battered-looking face.

As soon as he stepped into the car, he took the seat next to me. Only the driver was here in the car this time, so Phil took up the other officer's seat.

"Phil." Was the first thing that came out of my mouth, my voice dripping with sympathy and sorrow. He wouldn't make direct eye contact with me, but he leaned over and allowed me to wrap my arms around his small frame.

"I'm sorry." He spoke hoarsely and although I didn't understand what he was apologizing for, I didn't question him. I was just glad he was back.

"We're heading straight for the hospital." The driver spoke, telling us of our upcoming destination.

No one spoke a word the whole trip there, but Phil and I didn't let go of one another either: we were too afraid of losing each other again. Once we had pulled over, our grip only tightened before we had to let go to exit the car.

The waiting room looked to be packed, but as soon as we walked through the door, Phil was rushed away from me by a couple of nurses. I walked up to the receptionist's desk with the police officer and helped him with the paperwork and filling out the details we knew—which was the vast majority of them.

As soon as we were finished, we were asked to wait for an indication of Phil's state before we were allowed to go in to see him again. Sitting there in the waiting room, I couldn't stop shaking and the fear began to rise.

What if he isn't okay?

What if this affects him forever?

What am I supposed to do?

"Dan?" I heard the officer say, giving me a small tap on the shoulder.

"Y-yeah." I stuttered, coming back to earth and noticing the wet trails down my cheeks.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his voice softening.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine. I-I'll be b-back in a sec." I said, choking back a sob and standing up. I started following the signs to the bathroom, and, once I got there, I locked myself away in a cubical.

What am I going to do?

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I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and sorry that I am updating this later on but I had forgotten until now. My question today is what id your favourite Pokémon? Mine is umbreon. thank you for proof reading my work writtinggirl22 and yeah, that's about all. Bye bye,