Years, Life

Years|| 11 years old(extra part)

Same triggers xx
Phil's POV
I was walking around the hospital, trying to find a way out, when I saw who my roommate was supposed to be.

Daniel Howell.

Was it possible that it was Dan, my Dan. If he was here too then I would try to get better, because I would have a reason to. I ran back to my room, to wait for him, to see if it was.

It was on my way back, that I saw it. The boy, being pushed down a corridor, leaving a small trail of blood wherever he went. He looked similar to Dan. That was when it struck me. It was Dan. My Dan.

My body went into panic, and I could feel myself gasping for air. Before I knew what was happening I felt myself chasing him to wherever they took him. I couldn't lose him. Would this have been what it was like for Dan if I'd have died when I tried. If so then I was glad that I didn't. I saw the nurses pushing him into a room, where they stopped me and told me I was too young to go in and to run along back to my ward.

But I couldn't. I had to see Dan. I knew that if he knew I was here then he would try to get better. It would be how it always was. We were always better together. He was my Boyfriend, Best friend, World...

So that was why I ended up in a cleaning cupboard, waiting for the nurses to leave dams room for a few hours in the night.

I saw them leave, then I snuck in. I ran to his bedside and took his lifeless hand. He had to wake up, he had to. I sat for around half an hour, when I felt tears starting to trickle down my cheeks. If I lost him, it would be like losing half of myself.

Then I saw his eyelids start to flutter.

Dan's POV
They pushed me into a bed and wheeled me down a corridor, and as I went I saw a boy. Then it struck me. It was Phil. My Phil. I tried to sit up to get to him, but everything went black.

When I opened my eyes, he was the first thing I saw. I was glad I hadn't died.
"Phil!" I had missed him so much. He looked up at me and pulled me in for a tight hug. I started shaking, it couldn't be real. He wasn't supposed to be locked up here. Phil wasn't supposed to be broken, not like me.

He seemed to know exactly what I was thinking, because he just looked at me, kissed me gently on the lips, and said,
"We were both broken, Dan, because together we're one. When your mum split us up it was like her smashing a mirror in half, it would obviously crack. But now we're back together, and I'm never going to let her take you away again."

He snuggled down into the unfamiliar hospital bed with me, and promised to stay until I'd fallen asleep.

Phil's POV
Just like I promised, I waited for Dan to fall asleep. As soon as I heard his breathing slow down I snuck out of his bed, and kissed his forehead before leaving the room.

As I walked back to my ward, I started thinking... That was too close. I almost lost him for good. We were never going to leave this hospital properly.

A plan started forming in my mind.

A plan that meant nobody would split me and Dan up again.

~Abi xx