Forever and Always (Phan)

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He pulls up to the entrance

He walks right to the front desk

They lead him down a million halls, a maze that's never ending

They talk about what happened but He can barely hear them

He tries to keep a straight face as He walks into the room

He sits by his bedside, holds his hand too tight

They talk about the kids they're gonna have and the good life

The house on the hillside, where they would stay

I see the hospital entrance in the distance, the bright lights luring me out of my flashback. Dan. Is he okay?

I walk through the doors, straight to the help desk, and ask where Dan is. The woman types something into her computer before looking back up at me.

"You look a little down, honey. Let's get someone to walk you there so you don't have to go huntin' around for it." She said in an American accent. Texas, I think? I can't tell. I just need to know if Dan is okay. A doctor walks towards us, checking to make sure I was here for Dan. I nod my head, looking at my feet with my hands in the pockets of the hoodie I'm wearing. It's Dan's hoodie. It smells like him. Please be okay.

The doctor leads me down too many hallways to count, and it seems to take hours. The whole walk there, the doctor is explaining what happened and how Dan is, but I'm not paying attention. All I hear is "Dan... Accident... pretty bad..." And I have to try my hardest not to burst out crying then and there. But I have to stay strong. He'll be okay.

He has to be.

I open the door to his room, and my breath catches in my throat at what I see. Dan has a large cast on his left arm, and scratches all over his chest and neck. But that's not even the worst part.

He has a large bandage covering the majority of his head, stained completely red with blood.

My fiance gives me a weak smile as I sit in a chair to his right, taking his hand in my own as I do so. I cling to it tightly, and we talk about our plans for the future, how wonderful it'll be when we're finally married.