Your POV
As I sat on my knees trying to hold back sobs I couldn't help but notice the way Dan looked at me... It looked like he had.. Sympathy for me,
"Y/N...,"
"Dan I was scared.. I didn't know what I was fighting for..,"
Dan gave a weak smile, "It's fine,"
"Oh shit, how's Phil?"
"In pain," Phil let out a little laugh which caused him to cringe in pain.
"Phil I - I'm sorry," I ran my hand along his sweat, blood, and dirt covered cheek.
His piercing blue eyes started to close,
"Phil? Y/N?! Is he dying?!"
"Dan, calm down he's not gonna die he's just tired...,"
Dan rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "Okay, yeah that makes sense..,"
Soon enough the ambulance and shit arrived I didn't care for them much though.
Mike sent me a glare from the opposite side of the room an officer had him cuffed to a hospital bed, I walked over and looked into his cold eyes,
"Go to hell Mike,"
"See you there darling!"
"Angels don't die," I laughed walking away feeling satisfied with myself.
Dan was next to Phil and about to be loaded into an ambulance, I took his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze,
"Dan it's gonna be okay," Dan looked at me with his beautiful tear stained face,
"Y/N I love you. Don't ever forget that..
