i've been lying | phan

n i n e

havent done a spelling check yet oops

phils pov;

The paramedics luckily allow me to climb into the ambulance with them while they drive to the nearest hospital.

The sirens are bweeping loudly; this is a serious case and we're definitely in a hurry.

After what feels like years but which is actually only about 10 minutes, the ambulance stops and pulls up at the back of A&E.

Dan gets rolled into the building quickly and everyone runs after him.
I look around, bewildered, and don't know where to go.
A man walks up to me and smiles, 'You can follow me into the waiting room Sir.' he tells me.

I stand up and follow him into the too white looking and too clean smelling building.
I've always hated hospitals.

The man plonks me down onto a chair and then leaves me.
He didn't even say anything.

I look around; the room is nearly empty and very quiet. The walls are white, so are the floor and the ugly, plastic chairs. The only bits of decoration are an ugly painting of a guy on a horse and I can spot a clock above the door.
This can easily belong to the Ice Queen from Narnia, except that this is really ugly and stinky.

The scent in the air makes me feel sick and fills me with even more nerves and anxiety than I was already feeling.

I don't know what to do; there are no magazines to read, I don't want to look at my phone; messages and games on that would be too happy.

I contemplate tweeting about the situation for a second, but I decide against it: what if Dan doesn't make it?

What if he actually passes away?
Then it'd be my fault.

I keep overthinking everything.

~le time skip~

I look at the clock, it's 10 am; I've been waiting here for hours.

I haven't eaten anything or slept in days and I feel exhausted.

~wow another time skip sorry~

At about 1 pm a nurse walks in. She's probably here for one of the other tired-looking people.
I sink back into the hard, uncomfortable seat and turn away.
She's not here because of Dan.

'Philip Lester?' she says.

I look up, 'Yes? That's me.' I say quickly.

'You can come with me Sir.'

I get up and quickly walk towards her. She turns around and walks into a white, spotless hallway.
There are a couple of stretchers next to the walls and some sinks where people can wash their hands or fill their vases with water.

Eventually we reach room 12D and the woman walks in and tells me to follow her.

I walk into the room as well and see a small room with a bed, a small table and two chairs all packed together.
There's also a small notice board and a big window with brown, ugly, floral curtains.

I don't care what the room looks like, my eyes focus on the bed immediately.

Dan is here.

His eyes are closed and his chest is steadily rising and falling; he looks like he's sleeping peacefully.

There's tubes and wires coming out of his arm, which are all connected to a small box on stand next to his bed. His wrists are covered in white bandages.
His face has gone pale and his beautiful, brown curls are sticking to his forehead.

'Is he.. is he asleep?' I ask, scared that the answer is no.

The woman smiles at me, 'Yes. He woke up about 15 minutes ago but he fell back asleep. He mentioned something about getting Phil. That's you right?' she asks in a friendly tone.

Dan said my name?

'Yes, that's me.' I tell her. 'When will he wake up again? Will he be okay?'.

'He'll wake up once he's done sleeping, that can take five minutes or five days. And he's going to be absolutely fine, he is an incredibly strong person.
The visiting hours are technically over but since he's asleep you have my permission to stay here.' she says and pulls one of the chairs from the table to the bed and nudges me to sit down on it.

I do as I'm told and smile weakly at her.

'If you need any food, clothes or anything else, just let me know okay? I'll be in room 1A.' she says and walks out of the room.

I sigh and close my eyes. I sink back into the chair and place my elbows on my knees. I rest my head in my hands.

I feel a tear rolling out of my left eye and wipe it away.

After a minute I'm sobbing uncontrollably.

~le time skip; about one hour, still phils pov~

I am still in the same position, crying, when all of a sudden I feel a hand on my knee.

I look up and stare into two beautiful, amber eyes.

I'm home.

oi cliffhanger (kinda lol)
i hope u enjoyed this chapter, it's really bad lol but i hope i managed to get the shitty vibe of the hospital across.
please vote if u liked and yeah gotta blast.
thanks for reading,

see u soon my friends

'light shines from
your face
like sun on a
cold spring day'

stay alive