"I shouted running down the halls of the hospital, Phil at my side, the gunshots echoing."
"Dan! Oh my god!" I cradled my boyfriend, my warm boyfriend. Thank god Phil got home,
"Y/N?" His jaw dropped as he pulled his phone out, his hands shaky. I tuned an anxious Phil out as I stared at Dan.. He looked, peaceful.
Minutes later the paramedics arrived, taking Dan from me. "Sweet Dreams" Kept playing in my head, it didn't help.
Phil and I rode with the paramedics, I watched as they tried to stabilize Daniel. Eventually Phil held my hand for comfort. Our shaking fingers locked silently. The shouts of the Paramedics fell deaf over my sensitive ears, nothing mattered.
Not without Dan.
Not without Love.
Not without my best friend.
"Not without him," Phil and I muttered looking ahead.
As the hospital neared, Dan was safe. Well, Stable.
Phil and I didn't leave his side for the first twelve hours. Until all hell broke lose.
Until the gunshots.
