Your POV
Dan had been in the hospital for about three hours now. Nothing was strange or out of the ordinary. Phil had been in the corner on his phone, as rude as it seems I think he was just relieving stress, or anxiety. Whatever it was, I couldn't help but feel guilty.
There it was again, that word. It meant so little, yet made you feel so much. 'Guilt' I glanced at the sleeping boy, his hobbit hair showing now. Damn. He always looked so peaceful as he slept. Unlike me, I probably looked like Shrek or something.
Dan stirred in his silent sleep as I watched like some fangirl or something.
...Sh.
Five hours into the horrible incident a shot went off. Moments later nurses were running down halls, people were shouting for help. I shot up along with Phil. He grabbed my hand, signaling 'We need to go' I shook my head,
"No. Not without Dan,"
"Y/N! We don't have a choice! You need to be safe!"
"So does Dan!"
// IM GOING TO BED I KNOW ITS A MAJOR CLIFFHANGER IM SORRY ILL HAVE OVER 500 WORDS TOMORROW I PROMISE. DONT KILL ME. //
