* Lost Boys ~ Dan/Howell • Phil/Lester *

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A long silence filled the room
Awkward breezes drifted between the only two conscious people in the room. Dans brown eyes met the other boys murky green eyes
"I'm not making any promises. But i think he might be okay"
"What do we have to do?"
"Well he's going to need a blood transplant, and well have to take off the excess ... stuff off his foot and replace it with skin from his stomach and he will probably need rehabilitation and therapy."
"How old are you? How much experience do you have?"
"Well I went to college at 17 got my medical degree by 27 and here I am."
"Why are you here?"
"Some things happened and I just wanted to escape so I disappeared. And came looking for my little brother who had run away. Then I found this place and so on and so forth. Anyways I think I can help your friend"
"Okay...is there anything I can do?"
"Well we need blood...lots of it, I have some homemade medical equipment that I can use to check your blood type."
"Okay yeah sure anything else?"
"Not yet. I'll go get my things"
"Alright"
The doctor left and Dan sat at the foot of his friend.
He looked at the thin pale face, then down at the "foot" and sighed. For some reason it hurt him to look at the appendage. It hurt him to see his companion like this.
Why though? Why did he care so much? He had just met this boy a few days ago. Why does he just trust him so much? Maybe he just didn't want to be alone anymore and craved human contact? Maybe this was just a temporary thing? What if Phil secretly hated him? Phil would probably hate him after what he did. The way he didn't save him. The way he wasn't enough. Dan didn't blame Phil if he hated him.
His thoughts abruptly interrupted when the doctor walked back in.
"Ready?"
"I guess so"
"Okay"
Dan sat in a surprisingly comfy leather armchair, resting his forearm on the arm of the chair. The needle was gently and carefully inserted into his vein. As the bags filled his mind drained. His thoughts slipped from him and he fell into a deep sleep, his form restless from running.
The doctor took the bag and disappeared behind the corner for a few minutes then came back
"Hey good news. You two have the same blood type, we can go through with the procedure now"
"UHmuhmm" Dan mumbled from his sub conscious.
Four bags of blood were filled in Dan's sleep.
He awoke to the doctor putting a cold rag on his face.
"Is it done?"
"Yes. We took skin from his lower belly and reattached it to his foot. We will be re-fusing the bones using a cast. The stitches will take about two months to fully heal. I used the blood you gave and now I can say that with some rehabilitation his leg will be fine. His foot will need to be re shaped using the cast by it shouldn't be too difficult."
"So he's good?"
"For the most part...yes"
Dan felt the pressure of the entire universe float away from his shoulders.
"How long will he be down for?"
"About three months"
"Okay, when will he be awake"
"Probably not for another ten hours or so I used a lot of anesthetic"
"Okay." Dan sighed out a heavy breath of relief.
"Everything will be fine with him now let's have a look at you."
After being examined he concluded that Dan had acquired a now broken wrist from carrying the other boy, three broken ribs from breathing so hard, and a cut on his face that would require stitches, but nothing too serious. Dan didn't even care about his own health at this point. All he could seem to care about was Phil. He looked over from his chair to see his friend...breathing. He was overjoyed. A wholesome smile traveled across his face.
He let out a breathy laugh
I finally did something right. She was wrong.