Phan-fiction

The Dream

Dan and Phil snuggled into their separate beds, Dan on the left of his, Phil on the right. Phil fell asleep soon after he lay in bed, and Dan fell asleep later after Phil. Dan tossed and turned in his sleep, having a nightmare.
Dan's Dream
Dan screamed. "Phil!!" He shouted as they hauled him into an ambulance. Stab wounds in Phil's chest. A police officer blocked Dan. "Sir, you need to remain calm. I'll drive you to the hospital as the others take the stabber to prison." The officer opened the passengers door for Dan. Dan hopped in and put his seatbelt on. He tried to stop crying. The officer got into the car and drove toward the hospital.
At the hospital, Dan rushed to the counter. "I'm here for Philip Lester!" He panted. "Room 130, sir." The secretary said. Dan ran toward Phil's room. His mother and father were with him. PJ, Felix, Marzia, and Chris surrounded him. Martin sat in a seat, looking at his wounded brother. Dan looked at the heart monitor. It beeped steadily.
Dan rushed to Phil. PJ placed a hand on Dan's back. "He'll be fine.." PJ said. Dan sat on the edge of Phil's bed. "Oh, Phil..."
The monitor beeped slower, and slower, until it flatlined.
"PHIL!!!!"
End of dream
Dan woke up. Tears filling his eyes. He sat straight up. He stood up and walked to his friends room. He snuggled beside Phil. Phil's eyes opened softly, his beautiful eyes glistening. "Dan..?" Phil asked, turning to his best friend. "Y-yes?" Dan looked at his friend. "You ok?"
"You died."
Phil stared at Dan. "What?"
"You died in my dream." Dan mumbled as he cried.
Phil embraced his friend into a giant hug. "It's ok, Bear." Phil cooed. Dan felt warm inside. "I love you..."
"I love you too."
Five years later
Dan held a small child in his arms. The child was crying. "It's ok, sweetheart.. I'm sad too." He held his baby close as he looked at a gravestone. His eyes filled with tears. His usual bright brown eyes, dead with grief. They were a deepened brown-gray. Dan knelt down, his child still in his arms. The baby had a small bouquet of blue roses. Dan took the flowers and set them against the gravestone. Dan's heart lurched as he read the name, the rain pouring down as he started to cry. Tabitha, his daughter, placed her tiny hand on the picture of the person buried. "Papa." Tabitha coos. Dan looked at Tabitha. "Y-yes, honey... papa..." he sniffles and looks at the picture. "My beautiful husband..." Dan took out a black rose he picked. He picked the petals and scattered them around the blue flowers. The gravestone read.
In memory of a loving husband, father, friend, son, brother, YouTuber
Philip Michael Lester (AmazingPhil)
January 30th, 1987 - April 10th, 2022
Dan sniffed. "This was the most fun I've ever had..."