Imagines about Dan Howell, Phil Lester or Phan.
There will be no FIC stories in here ok? I think the Phandom has been scarred enough.
Update: There is one. OOPS.
**As of April 30th, 2017 this book has been placed on an official hiatus, indefin...
(On Wednesday, December 7th, 2016... Louis Tomlinson's mother died. I still have a big heart for One Direction... So my fictions will be sad and triggering, including diseases. I'm trying to cope with the stages of grief already.)
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(Leah, the nurse)
I never thought I'd miss walking to that damn hospital. I never thought I'd miss telling the receptionists who I was and why I needed to see Dan Howell. I never thought I'd miss any of it. Why I didn't think I'd miss it? Dan would've been coming home with me. Dan would've been standing, watching me cook, watching Death Parade, he'd be here. Why do I miss it? Because Dan isn't here.
It's been almost a year since I walked back into this flat alone. I remember the day so vividly...
I sprang up, running to my phone. I only answered calls from Dan or the hospital right now, I needed to know if he needed me. "Hello?" I answered.
"Mr. Lester? It's Leah... Dan needs you here. As soon as possible, please."
I nodded, looking at the time. "Ten minutes." I spoke before hanging up. I decided to take a cab today. I walked into the lounge, grabbing my keys. Something felt wrong as I walked out the door, but I ignored it.
Just as I promised, ten minutes later, I was walking into the hospital. Leah was standing waiting for me. "You're fine to go up." She smiled. That was awfully odd, as much as I'd been there in the past 8 months, they've never just let me go up. That's when something felt wrong. Leah's voice wasn't peppy like it normally had been throughout the entire time. I felt nauseous as she guided me toward Dan's room. As soon as I stepped in, the atmosphere changed even more. This was not right.
I walked in, smiling, hiding my nervousness. Dan weakly smiled at me. "Hi, Phil." He mumbled, moving slowly. I walked to him to look at him closer. He was so pale, worse than he had been days before. He was moving so slow and all he wanted was to close his eyes.
I pushed all thoughts out of my head, habitually letting down the bed gate so I could lay with Dan and hold him. As soon as I pulled the rail up, Dan settled down onto my chest as I wrapped my arms around him. "How are you?" I asked, kissing my forehead. He didn't have to tell me, but I knew he was lying to spare me the pain.
"I'm okay." He smiled, closing his eyes. Within a few moments, Dan lost consciousness and I looked up at Leah.
She sighed, standing at the end of the bed. "Dan sighed the DNR." My heart fell as I knew what that meant. Dan signed the Do Not Resuscitate waiver. If he needed life support, he didn't want it. "He signed it after you left a few days ago... He wanted me to call you if we didn't think that he'd make it."
I looked down at Dan, his sleeping face now scaring the living hell out of me. "And you called me..." Nodding, I took a shaky breath. "H-He's dying?" I asked, glancing up to Leah. "He's not coming home with me?" Leah looked at me, remorse deep in her eyes. It wasn't her fault... No one's at fault. I sighed, picking up his left hand, looking at the glinting sliver band around his finger. "He's my husband... It's not fair." I whispered. Leah let me have time with Dan alone.
