Dan stopped over in a clearing in the field and slept in a real tent and ate real food and spent in a real sleeping bag
He felt like a king amongst kings
He woke up when the sun timidly crept over the horizon to say good morning and hello
Swiftly packing up his things he had an epiphany
It was the fifth day
That meant he only had one day left
he went over things in his mind to make sure things were clear to himself
First day- left healing house
First night- mortem domum
Assumedly second day-mortem domum
Assumed second night- mortem domum
Third day(?)-escape + running
Third night(?)-finding town
Fourth day(?)-resting in town+ making way back slowly
Fourth night- rest
Dan wasn't really sure how long he had been unconscious on this journey but he hoped it wasn't over a day in total but no matter what, he knew he needed to hurry
Phil
Was he even alive still?
Or was all for not
Hell the doctor could have even sugar coated and said that Phil had more time that he actually had
Panic set in
Dan felt the fuelling fear once more
Throwing all his new belongings together he began to run
Again.
running for that one thing he cared about, instead of running from the things he couldn't care about.
how familiar
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* Lost Boys ~ Dan/Howell • Phil/Lester *
FanfictionTwo boys, a railroad, and a house in the woods. They're running from something, and in the midst of being completely lost they found something more important than a house. They found a home ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Trigger warning...
