phan oneshots

you found me (angst)

requested by @ninjakitty131

summary: when Dan wakes up, he finds himself alone and realizes his best friend has been kidnapped.

His blood followed him like a shadow, the crimson liquid dripping onto the white tile floors of the hospital as he stumbled in. His head was bleeding, he could feel it sliding down his cheek. The desk lady instantly noticed the wounded brunette, standing from her seat.

"What happened? How did you get here, are you alright?"

"He's gone."

"Who's gone? Could you tell me your name, sir?"

Dan reached out, placing a scraped up hand on her shoulder as his eyes watered.

"I'm Dan, and I don't know where my best friend is."

And then everything had gone black.

When he woke up, he was in a hospital bed.

There were two men in suits outside his room, clipboards in their hands as they talked with his doctor. Dan blinked slowly, looking down at his scraped hands. He remembers being pushed and catching himself on the concrete pavement, immediately being kicked in the head and blacking out. He remembers hearing his best friend screaming, someone pulling at his sleeve as if they wanted to bring Dan with them.

The people outside noticed Dan was awake, the men in suits walking in.

"Dan Howell? I'm Agent Wills and this is Agent Hone. We'd like to ask you a few questions, if that's alright."

Dan simply nodded, his split lip aching and preventing him from speaking too much.

"First off, could you tell us what you remember before coming to the hospital?" Agent Hone spoke up.

Dan nodded again, still avoiding eye contact and instead looking at his hands. "I was out with my best friend, Phil Lester. . . we were walking back from a party because both of us drank a little too much and decided it wasn't safe to drive, and our dorm was quite close anyways. Then there's shouting, and I'm shoved to the ground. I heard Phil crying and screaming for me, screaming my name like he didn't know any other word. Then I was kicked in the head, and when I woke up, I was on the street alone and bleeding."

Wills cleared his throat, eyeing his partner before looking down at Dan.

"Do you think that you being kicked in the head could've messed with your memory of what actually happened?"

"What are you trying to say?" Dan furrowed his eyebrows.

"We're simply saying that maybe your mind is mixing things up. We investigated your case already and there's been no sign of fighting or blood of his that we've seen."

"Do you really think my own best friend hurt me then ran?"

"I just-"

"I've known for Phil for six years. We've lived together for three, and you're really going to try and act that you know him? That you know us? Phil isn't abusive, he's never hit me and he never would. He definitely wouldn't leave me for dead and run. I'm telling you, someone mugged us and kidnapped him. You have to find him, please."

"We can't put up a missing person report until it's been twenty-four hours."

"I don't care about your rules!" Dan began yelling, his heart monitor speeding up from the rush of anger that coursed through him. "The person who found me in the first place has disappeared and at this point, could be dead or halfway there. Go out there and find him. Do your jobs."

"We don't have enough evidence yet to start a search party, sir, we still have to find more."

They shuffled out quickly before Dan could say more. And that night, when the rooms were dark, he weakly climbed out of his bed and ripped out his IV. He had to find Phil, and it was now or never.

So he grabbed his newly-washed jacket, slipping it on over his scrubs and opening the window. There happened to be an escape ladder, Dan taking his chances and moving down. He wouldn't be able to sleep another night without knowing his best friend was safe.

First he went to a clothing store before realizing he didn't have his wallet after being robbed of it. Or a phone. Or anything. He was starving, he was cold, and he was desperate. So he took matters into his own hands and rushed out the store with clothes, not paying and beginning to break out into a sprint. The cashier called out after him but he kept running.

He found himself in a crowd of walking people, looking down and slyly slipping his hand into a pocket and pulling out a wallet. He kept walking, head down and wallet in his hand. He opened it and pulled out the cash, dropping the wallet and leaving it. Luckily, there was around a few hundred bills, Dan thankful as he spotted a weaponry store.

He wasn't like this, Dan was peaceful, but if someone had hurt his best friend then this was completely different. Dan would do whatever it takes if it meant finding Phil alive.

He shuffled into the weaponry store, buying two pocket knives and a pistol. He quickly went back home to change until he heard shuffling in one of the rooms. Dan froze.

"Hello?" He called out, voice wary as he pulled out his gun. He held it out in front of him, shaking finger brushing against the trigger. "Who's there?"

He nearly tripped over something, looking down to see a bloody shoe. Phil's favorite pair. Then the next shoe was a few feet ahead. Blood had stained the carpet and Dan curiously followed the trail of drops, finding it leading to Phil's bedroom. He pulled on the doorknob, seeing it was locked.

"Phil?" He murmured through the door, fingertips grazing against the wood with the gun in his other hand. There was no reply that followed, so Dan backed up and kicked the door down. His eyes instantly watered once the room was revealed.

The blood drops had gotten bigger, the trail leading to Phil's unconscious body on the carpet. His head was turned away from Dan, laying on his stomach. Dan ran over, dropping to his knees and turning Phil around. There were bloody slashes through his shirt, scrapes and bruises littering his pale skin. Dan began crying as he shook his body.

"Phil? Wake up," he whimpered, leaning down to check a pulse. It was there, but barely, and Dan didn't know what to do. He began hitting at his chest, blowing oxygen through his lips into Phil's mouth. He was starting to lose hope when suddenly, Phil twitched.

Dan placed his hands on either side of his face, tears falling from his cheeks. "Phil?"

"Dan, y-you found me. . ." the boy breathed out. Dan held him to his chest, sobbing as he hugged his best friend. "They h-hurt me."

"I know, Philly, I'm so sorry. I should've been stronger and fought back harder. I'm going to get you help, you'll be okay, alright?"

Phil forced a smile as Dan used the home phone to call the emergency line.

"They'll come back. They robbed me. . . but they want you too. They could. . . still be here."

"I'll be fine. We need to worry about you, okay?"

Surely enough, paramedics showed up and Dan went with him to the hospital. Once they arrived, they had an emergency surgery, and now Phil was sound asleep and it was nearing the morning. Dan stood by his side.

A doctor walked in.

But then he took off the hat and fabric covering his mouth. Dan recognized the face. He remembered seeing those eyes before he blacked out. This was one of the men who had taken Phil. He was here to take Dan.

Dan pulled out his gun as the man fished out his own. They made eye contact.

Dan was not going to let his friend get taken again.

And then a gunshot rang out.