Dan and Phil Imagines and One Shots

Stop Working So Damn Hard - Dan Howell

I ran into A&E, looking frantically for someone who could tell me what happened. "Y/N," Phil turned me around, looking me in the eyes. "This way."

Phil and  I began jogging to the elevators, pressing up quickly. The right lift opened up and we stepped in. I finally took a breath, running my hand through my hair. "What happened?" I asked, trying to keep from hyperventilating.

Phil pulled me into a hug, calming me down. "Shh..." He whispered. "He started complaining of chest pain, and I told him to lie down, but he told me it didn't make it any better. So he went to sleep it off. I went to wake him up to ask if he was hungry, and he wouldn't wake up." I sighed, trying not to freak out. "Last time I checked, Dan was okay, now he's just sleeping."

"What's wrong with him, Phil?" I asked, "You can't just dance around it. I may be his girlfriend but you have to tell me."

Phil tensed up, as if Dan had an incurable disease. He sighed, pulling me off of him, looking down at me. "He had a stress arrhythmia." My face fell. "He's been depressed a lot... A-And working a ton. He's been..."

I bit my lip. feeling like the worst girlfriend ever. "Stressed..." The elevator opened and Phil led me out, toward Dan's room. "So, what did he have a heart attack?"

"Yeah," Phil sighed.

That's where I lost it. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" I began crying and holding my chest, sitting in the waiting room on the floor. "He's fucking 25, he shouldn't be having a fucking heart attack!" I wiped my eyes, rubbing my temples. "Phil... How many times did they lose him?" Phil went quiet, not wanting to answer me. "Philip. Michael. Lester. How many fucking times did they lose him?" I asked again. "One? Two?"

Phil went to the receptionist to ask for Dan's room again. Once he got it, he sat next to me. "Four." 

My jaw dropped, even though I had been looking at the floor this entire time. "Oh my God..." Phil comforted me before leading me to Dan's room. "C-Can you just leave me with him?" I asked. Phil nodded and closed the door. I sighed, pulling a chair up to look at his face. "God, Dan..." I grabbed his hand. "Stop working so damn hard. Don't be afraid to talk to me or Phil. We're in this together, you're stuck with us." I took the moment to appreciate how beautiful he looked. His body was at peace after all the hell he put it through. I reached up to wipe my eyes. "The worst part?" I mumbled, letting his hand fall near his shoulder. "You did this to yourself. This wasn't just a 100% disease, you overworked your body into oblivion. I need you to stop. I'm not losing you." My voice was low but angry. I wasn't angry at him, I was angry at myself. "And I should've been someone you could've easily come to." I pulled out my phone, taking a picture of Dan. He looked so at ease. I pulled up Twitter and saw Phil's tweets about Dan. 

I sighed, putting the photo into a new tweet. Hopefully, Phil and I could explain later.

As soon as I turned my phone screen down, Dan began coming to, waking up slowly. "Dan?" I asked softly. Dan looked up at me with tired brown eyes, mumbling incoherently. "Hey..." I smiled, trying to bring his mood up. I assumed that his mumbling was a mix of medicine and fatigue, therefore calming my riled up nerves. "I'll lecture you later, I'm just glad you're okay."

I ran my hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face as he looked up at me. "I-I love you..." He whispered, fighting the sleep. I kept messing with his hair, it seemed to keep him calm and at ease. "I'm sorry to put you through this."

I shook my head. "Shut up." I chuckled, kissing his forehead softly, not wanting to remove his oxygen mask. While his body seemed so tranquil, his eyes were frenzied in worry. "Hey, if you want to cry, cry. This is scary for you, me, Phil and every Phan wishing for you to pull through..."

Dan hated showing emotion. He hated showing negative emotion at least. "I'm scared," He mumbled, a tear falling down his cheek. "I know death is inevitable..." Dan grabbed my hand tightly, holding it to his chest. "But I don't want to die. I-I know I have before, but I don't want to die."

I sighed and let the gate in front of him down, pulling myself closer to the bed. "You aren't dying anytime soon. You need to take it slow." I continued stroking his hair, letting him feel what needed to be felt. "There is always tomorrow. What you don't do today, do tomorrow. Don't rush, don't worry. Your work will get done. But you still have to take care of yourself." Keeping one hand in his hair and letting go of his hand, I reached and pressed the nurse call button. "I'm here with you. Phil's here with you. All of your fans and supporter are here with you. But we all want you to slow down. Can you slow down for me? For yourself?"

Dan nodded, losing the tenseness in his body. I stayed with him like this for hours, talking to him and holding him. As I began to fall asleep, I chuckled to myself. "Stop working so damn hard." I laid my head down next to his stomach, still holding his hand.