We got to London in record time. Zoe was driving and there was minimal traffic. We didn't talk all that much because we were scared. I glanced over at Zoe's hand a few minutes into the drive and saw that her knuckles were white they were gripped onto the wheel so tightly.
Zoe handed me her phone and told me to read off the address of the hospital that Dan was at once we got into the city. We got lost a little bit on the way, but eventually ended up finding the hospital. Zoe reread the text from Phil and figured out the room number.
Marcus led the way into the too clean building and up the stairs. Zoe and I followed quickly behind. Again, we got a little bit lost, but it was easy to find our way this time since Dan's room was surrounded by youtubers.
Emma, PJ, Chris, Louise, Tanya, and Jim were all outside of the room sitting in chairs. Zoe, Alfie, Marcus and I walked up to them.
"Is Dan okay?" Zoe blurted out before any of them could say anything.
"We don't know," Emma said solemnly.
I sat down next to Jim and Zoe came and sat down next to me. Marcus stayed standing up. He walked over to the window and looked down on the street not talking. We were all silent, in shock.
After a few minutes the sound of a door opening broke our silence. Phil came out of Dan's room. I had never seen him look so sad in his life. He wasn't crying, but you could tell he had recently be sobbing quite a bit. His eyes were red and he looked like he would never be happy again.
"He's going to be fine," he said and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Phil just sat down in an empty chair and looked at the ground. This was hard for him, I could tell. This was hard for all of us.
xxx
