We are the ghouls of London // PHAN

•CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE•

Dan held onto the sides of the slide as he felt it began to sway immensely, not like it had been doing earlier when he first got onto it, "Phil... what's going on?"

"Dan you need to get off now," Phil spoke quickly, hints of fear in his voice, "This thing is about to collape-"

"PHIL!" Dan suddenly cried as he felt it give way and topple to the ground.

"DAN!"

The entire thing fell to the ground, trapping Dan underneath the wood which crashed on top of his torso. Phil covered his mouth with both hands and ran forward, "Dan? DAN!"

He tried to lift the wooden planks up but being not so strong, but very weak instead, he was unable to, making more tears fall and splash onto the wooden planks as Phil strained his arms to lift up the mere impossible planks.

"DAN! PLEASE DAN! SAY SOMETHING IF YOU CAN HEAR ME DAN!"

Nothing...

"Anything..." Phil whispered as he continued to break down, holding his arms on the wood for support.

Phil looked around him. He saw a dark figure walking through the park and if he listened carefully, he could hear them singing softly to themself, "HELP!" Phil yelled out, hoping the stranger would notice him as he flailed his weak arms in the air to get attention, "PLEASE HELP!"

They did notice. They looked towards Phil before running over, "You ok?"

Phil ignored the guys thick American accent before wiping his eyes with the back of his sleeve, "It- it's my boyfriend... he-he's trapped under this rubble from this fallen down slide..."

A look of concern flickered through the boys eyes, "Trapped?"

Phil nodded, "It just collapsed and he's under this stuff!..."

The guy climbed over the fence with ease and hurried over to Phil, and tried to move one of the wooden planks. He was stronger than Phil, but could only manage it a little bit.

"I'm Thomas by the way," the boy spoke, "Thomas Sanders."

Phil nodded, "I'm Phil, Phil Lester."

"And your boyfriend?"

"Dan Howell..."

"Dan?" Thomas asked as he looked at Phil, "As in the ghoul?"

Phil looked at Thomas with an open mouth, "How... how did you know be was a ... ghoul?"

Thomas blushed, "My dad runs a business in selling masks, most of our customers are ghouls getting them to disguise their identity... you did know Dan was a ghoul... yeah?"

"Yeah..." Phil nodded.

Speeding up the process, Phil and Thomas sped up the rate of picking up the planks of wood and tossing them aside, not caring where they landed unless they were to land on either one of them or back onto Dan. Working together, they were able to move the planks easier until soon, Phil was able to see Dan's face.

His eyes were closer, face turned to one side. Deep cuts slashed across his pale skin and blood oozing out. His mouth was open slightly, dark crimson blood dripping off his pale pink lips which made a alternative contrast with the blood.

Through Phil's eyes, Dan still looked beautiful, but he knew Dan would be seriously hurt from the impact of the wood basically crushing him.

"I'll go call an ambulance," Phil spoke in a rush as he scrambled to his feet and grabbed his phone from the pocket of his coat.

"Wait," Phil felt Thomas grip the sleeve of his coat, "We don't need an ambulance... we just need to wake him up."

"Wake him up? What the hell will that do?" Phil asks impatiently, nerves also kicking in throughout his system, "He needs professional medical help! He was just fucking crushed by a piece of fucking playground equipment!"

"I know Phil! I know!" Thomas said as he placed one of his hands on Dan's shoulder, "But if we wake up Dan, we can get him to summon his kagune, and that gives him quick healing powers."

"Healing powers? What is this? Doctor Who? A sci-fi movie?" Phil commented.

"It's called being a ghoul," Thomas replied, "So if you help me wake your boyfriend up, we can get him healed quicker."

Groaning in defeat, Phil let himself grab Dan's other shoulder and, in sync, began to shake the bleeding boy, both of them equally as desperate to wake him up as the other person was.

Phil kept a close eye on Dan's face, preparing himself for the moment Dan's eyes would flicker open and groan out a name, like they always seemed to do in one of those cheesy movies his nan use to make him watch regularly with her. But as they continued to shake Dan's limp body, it soon became apparent that the tactic was not working.

"I don't understand..." Thomas questioned, stopping his shaking of Dan's shoulder to try and rid of the build up if pins and needles it had gathered over time, "This... this was suppose to wake him up."

Phil sighed and lay Dan's body down so his head was laying in Phil's lap, Phil now messing with Dans rather curly locks, "Shall I now call emergency services?"

With a heavy sigh, Thomas slowly nodded, "Probably best now, yeah..."

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MY SMOL BEAN TURNED 30! WHAT IS REAL LIFE??!!

sorry its been soooo long since my last update, school has been hectic as fuck so I haven't had the actual time.

new chapter should ,, hopefully ,, not take so long to write and upload ...

hopefully

bye!