The colour grey // phan

The Mistake

Dan awoke, snapped into the sharp light the hospital had provided. Upon a noise so scary and frightening. He turns to Frankie, he's pale green, dark purple. White, he's grey. Rattling breath leaks out of his mouth.
"Frankie?!" Dan gasps. It looked like he was having a seizure.
"Frankie?!" Dan yells, petrified for him. His own head spinning. With a Whip lashed mind he presses the emergency button on his bed.
The nurses run in, flooding the view of Frankie.
Sweet tears fall from his face, panicked.
"Will he be okay?" Dan shrieks after them.
Frankie was being lifted out of his bed by two nurse and he looked stone cold.
He looked dead.
No..
Frankie can't be dead..
no.
"IS HE OKAY TELL ME NOW I SWEAR TO GOD"
Dan panics, pulling at the chords in his body, releasing himself from the strings. He was not a puppet.
"Sir sit down please" a doctor reassures, now the only other person in the room.
"Not until you tell me what's happening!" Dan protests.
"Frankie is a cancer patient yes, but he also has schizophrenia, ptsd and epilepsy. We believe he had a sort of episode with everything combined. He's okay. We are taking him to the emergency room and he should be back in a couple of hours, anything I can do?"
With that dan collapses.
The doctor scurries towards him.

He'd unplugged his oxygen mask.