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

lost (again)

"what?"

no

this couldn't happen

not now

not ever

"not at this rate. No he won't live "

Dan's eyes filled with an unmitigated determination and rage that could fuel a jet engine for eternity. It was a fiery resolve, and the flames couldn't be diminished. Ever.

"what can I do"

"well I mean you could start accepting this. Talking to the counsellor could help. Maybe write a letter as a goodbye-"

"No"

"what?"

"Im not giving up. All I have ever done is give up. Fuck you. I am not letting this break me. I will fix this. Now let me ask the question again: what can I do"

the older boy looked completely flabbergasted

"well then... his wounds got infected somehow and he needs erythromycin. We don't have any"

"Where can I get it"

"well theres a place about three days south from here, across a wooden bridge,
but I don't even know if he will last that long"

without another word or a second thought Dan found his rucksack, tossed some food, a compass and a blanket in, and took off out the door and into the field.

the doctor yelled at him from the porch

"you should really take a companion with you!"

Dan huffed and pivoted to face the doubter stamping his foot as he turned

"AND YOU SHOULD FUCK OFF. GOOD.BYE."

He stormed off to the beat of his heart and the cyclone in his mind fuelled him to keep walking until his knees fell out from under him

...time skip...

He didn't know how long he had been going, but he had started when it was light and it was now pitch black. He couldn't see his hand in front of his face. He had been so distracted by his thoughts that he realised he was surrounded by nowhere

the sudden realizatdion hit him like a piano out of the open sky

I have no fucking clue where I am.

.....

fuck

I literally have less than six days to get this and get back and now I am lost

why am I like this

why do I fuck everything up

I have managed to screw up the one thing I care about once again

his thoughts began to race in that biterly familiar way they always did

but his mind slowed when he heard something rustling in the tall grass behind him

"Pj?"

no response

"If one of you followed me out here you need to go back right the fuck now"

he turned and looked all around only to see pitch black

adrenaline coursed through his veins

"hello?"

Suddenly he was hit in the head by something hard and strong

He fell and slept