Broken//Phan

Ch. Twenty Øne Piløts

[Pj POV]

I run Dan down to an alleyway a few blocks away from the tall building while dialling 999. I didn't call them straight away because they would go straight to the building, which I will get beaten down to the floor if they found out it was me.

"Hello what's the emergency?"

"Uh h-hi, my friend here has been stabbed and is losing blood at an alarming rate."

"Right. Location?"

"Um... 3rd Street."

"Okay, we'll send someone down as soon as possible, along with police."

"Thank you!"

"No worries. Best of luck to you and your friend." The line went flat, indicating the woman hung up.

Around five minutes later an ambulance and many police cars head towards me. Paramedics race out, a few getting the stretcher while the other two race towards me.

"Excuse me sir, what's your two names?" A young man asks, taking Dan from my arms.

"Uh I'm Pj, Pj Ligouri, and this is Dan Howell."

"Okay, we'll take him to St Patricks, if you want see him."

"Okay thanks," I say, worried sick for my old best friend.

"Excuse me?" A man taps my shoulder, causing me to swiftly turn around. "I'd ask to ask you a few questions."

"Uh, okay."

"First off, what is your name?"

"Pj Ligouri"

"Victims?"

"Dan Howell"

"Alright, now what exactly happened."

"Well, there's this company The Darkest Corporation, set out to kill homosexuals off." I start, pretty much turning myself in. "They started going after Dan, physically abusing him. Just a while ago they were distracting him, so that they could get away with stabbing him in the stomach."

"Alright," he mumbles while writing a few notes. "And how do you know all these events?"

"I was put in the room, forced to watch, as they know I'm friends with him." I lie through my teeth.

"Alright Mr. Ligouri, you're free to go to the hospital,"

"Thank you, Sir." I begin to sprint down the street, running all the way to St Thomas Hospital.

I sprint to the front desk, asking for the room Dan is in. I'm not allowed in yet, so I'm told to stay in the waiting room.

I pace around the small area, thinking about what could happen, what's happening to him right now, and the main thought in my head, should I get Phil down here?

Dan probably doesn't trust him at the moment, fucking James and Michael. They're such assholes. I never wanted to be involved with this company, which I know for sure I'm fired now.

"Anyone here for Daniel Howell?" I hear a small voice call out.

"Um yeah?"

"You can see him now."

I walk up to the short woman, as I run through my curls.

"So he's had stitches and we've disinfected the wounds over his body. Dan woke up just recently, still a bit stunned. We've given some morphine, so hopefully that helps. Just be caut- Okay this hair needs to fuck off!" The whole time the freckled face woman speaks, she attempts to move one of her black curls behind her ear, but just move straight back. I chuckle slightly, knowing her pain.

"I understand completely, curly hair sucks."

"At least yours is short,"

"At least you can tie yours back." She pointed at me a couple times, puckering her lips slightly, as if saying that my statement was true. I stick my hand to shake her hand.

"Pj,"

"Oh, I'm Dr. Murray, but you can call me Jo," She made her name sound really creepy while making a strange face. "I fucking hate myself, just call me Josie," she laughed through her sentence

"Josie, you're a fuckwit I swear to god," I hear a soft voice call from the opposite side of the room. I see a young girl with short brown hair sticking her head around the corner.

"Ebay, I will shove a fuckwit up your ass!"

"Okay then?"

"DR. MAY! WE NEED YOU IT'S AN EMERGENCY!"

"Shit. Bye guys!"

"Super professional I see..." I mumble to myself.

"We are, the two of us just joke around with eachother all the time. Been friends since year seven so, you know... Anyway back to Dan, you can see him in room 2009."

"Okay thanks."

Is Dan even safe in this hospital?

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I mean, if Jo and I were doctors, no one is safe amirite?