Vita et Mors - Danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil Fanfiction

Chapter 21

A/N: I'm going to a dog show tomorrow, so I won't upload just yet. And... The teachers went berserk with the homework giving. Fortunately, it's a three day weekend because of May Day or whatever it is on Monday, May 8th 2014. It's going to take me at least eight hours to finish, not including revision. Deja vu, but kill me. (Once again, not literally)

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(Sophie's POV)

I groaned, opening my eyes. I was in hospital. I recalled the fight, and remembered that Gemma had been in a much worse state than me.

"Sophie?" A voice said. "Are you awake?"

"No," I moaned, closing my eyes against the light.

"Hey, please?"

"Fine," I said grumpily, opening my eyes. All the youtubers were gathered around my bed. Even Dan. Who's Gemma's... Date?

My eyes widened as I saw him. "Is -"

"Gemma's in a stable condition, she's just asleep in the bed next to you," Dan explained, clearly getting the message without me needing to say anything.

"How long have I been asleep?" I asked the room at large.

"About six hours," Phil said. "It's ten o'clock."

I looked at Alfie and Marcus, remembering it was their anniversary.

I sat up slowly and whispered in Marcus' ear, "Don't mind me, at least go out to dinner somewhere nice today."

He smiled gratefully. "Will do," he said.

Everyone looked at me, waiting for an explanation.

"That's for Marcus to tell you, if he wants," I yawned. "Where's Gemma again?"

"Just there," Dan said, pointing at a drawn curtain to the left of my bed. "And, no, you can't see her just yet. The doctors said you had to concentrate on getting better, not worrying about her."

"Worrying about her?" I questioned. "That just made it worse."

"Well, tough," Dan said firmly. I leaned forwards but gasped as a burning sensation ran through my hip.

Pushing the covers off, I lifted the edge of my hospital 'gown-which-doesn't-cover-peoples-bums'.

My hip was black and blue, stitches closing a deep wound, blood oozing out of it. Quite frankly, it looked disgusting. I dropped the 'not-a-gown' and started up conversation.

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"When's lunch?" I asked as I felt my stomach rumbling. Unfortunately, a doctor walked in as I asked that.

"You will have to wait another two hours," he sniffed.

"But, surely, a rumbling stomach is bad? Won't the ginormous whale movements from starvation upset the wound?"

The people around me slapped their hands over their mouths, apart from Alfie who physically bit his hand but Marcus still had to punch him on his head to get him to be quiet. I smiled innocently at the doctor.

"You have to wait," he said, jotting some things on a clipboard after looking at a machine and turning around to leave.

"Doctor?" I asked. He sighed, and turned around.

"Yes?" He asked forcibly.

Inhaling loudly, I began to sing.

"Oh, doctor, oh, doctor,