Missing Half of Me (PHAN)

Chapter Four

Chapter Four- George's Pov

We ran in, and Dan was huddled over what seemed to be a body, though it was breathing. We ran over, and he was holding a guy with black hair, and a fringe a bit like Dan's but to the other side. He was really pale, and I wondered whether he was normally that pale. Dan was pressing kisses to his face and to his nose and hands, yet the person was still out cold.

" Dan, come on, lift him onto the bed." I told him gently.

Dan picked the boy up, and sat on the bed, placing the boy on his lap, running his hands through his hair, and pressing kisses to the top of his head. We tried to get him to come down, but he just gripped on tighter, and glared at us.

" I'll phone an ambulance." Megan said.

" I'll text someone to let them know."

I got his phone, and he had fifty messages from people titled Pj and Chris. I opened one of them not bothering to read the message, just to text them and let them know that we had found the boy.

Hi, I am George. The boy's soul mates friend. I am not sure of the name of the name of the boy, and his soul mates name is Dan, just to let you know. He is unconscious, and we are taking him to the hospital. Are you able to come down here? We're in York. Can you send us some info about him for when the ambulance arrives? Thanks 

George

" Dan, I have spoken to the boys, I am not sure if they are related or what, but they are going to send you some information on him, okay?"

" Mine." Dan whispered, pulling the boy closer.

" I know Dan, I know, but we need to make sure he's okay. Yeah?"

He nodded.

The owner of the B&B walked in.

" They aren't coming to take him to the hospital. They have an idea what is wrong with him, so they are going to deal with him here." The owner said.

" Thank you." I said for Dan.

The phone I was holding dinged, and I opened the message up.

Hello George, 

We're Phil's friends, Chris and Pj, yeah Dan's soul mate is called Phil. We are heading down to York, where abouts in York are you? Okay, we are sending the information now.

Name: Phillip Michael Lester but everyone calls him Phil.

D.O.B: 30th January 1992

Place he lives: Manchester

Allergies: None

We are on the train now. We will be there in around an hour.

Please send a picture of where you are.

Chris and Pj

" Dan."

He looked up at me.

" His name's Phil Lester. He's 15." I told him.

He smiled slightly, continuing to run his hands through the boys hair, and kissing his head. Dan wouldn't take his eyes off Phil, his arms wrapped around him. For the first time in ages, Dan looked happier than normal. He wasn't perfectly happy, but I knew he would be once Phil was awake.

The ambulance arrived while I was taking pictures of the place to send to Chris and Pj, so that they could find out where Phil was. The doctor looked him over, and they said that he would wake up within twenty minutes after they gave him an injection of something, and they told us that when he was to wake up we had to give him a lot of food.