Phil's P.O.V.
I paced back and forth in the hospital waiting room, sweaty. Dan had just been driving his car back to our apartment when a car hit him right in the front. Glass had shattered all around his face and he had cuts everywhere. I hadn't been able to see him, but that's what the nurses told me.
I couldn't wait to see him. I had been crying as the hospital called me and told me what happened. I would be able to see him in about 5 minutes. Several people had came up to me and told me it was going to be alright, becuase I obviously looked like I was in pain.
As the time came to see Dan, I had basically been tearing my hair out. When they called me up, I literally shot out of my chair and ran towards his room, ignoring the people telling me to slow down. I broke into his room and Dan lay there, motionless. His eyes were closed, but heart still beating...slower...and slower. "He has a 37% chance of living, as the crash has badly damaged his heart." The nurse told me.
I felt my heart split into two. Dan was the only person that I have ever loved. I collapsed onto the floor and cried heavily. "I-I'll just leave you two alone for a while..." The nurse said half smiling as she walked out. I forced myself up and walked over to Dan's bed. I placed my hand over his heart, feeling it beat slower than ever. Tears slipped off of my cheeks and landed onto his hospital gown. I saw his eyes open slowly, and I felt the slightest hint of joy, but it only lasted 2 seconds.
"Phil...I jus-just wanted...wanted you...to kn-know..." His sentence stopped. "Dan? Dan?! DAN?! WHAT DID YOU WANT ME TO KNOW?!" I screamed at him. "I...l-love...yo-you..." I sobbed harder than ever as I pressed my lips against Dan's. "DAN! PLEASE WAKE UP! DON'T DIE ON ME YOU FUCKING BASTARD! DON'T!" I heard several footsteps running down the hall towards our room. "DON'T YOU FUCKING DIE!" I screamed. The doctors rushed in and held me back. "DAN!" I yelled as they pulled me away from the love of my life. "DAN!" "I love you..." Was the last thing I heard before I heard a loud beep.
I had one last look at the monitor before I was pulled out. Flat. Lifeless. Nothing. "DAN!!!" I yelled. I cried as hard as I could on the floor of the hospital. I didn't move. I didn't want to go back in to that hell. I didn't want to see my best friend of so many years, dead. Endless flashbacks of all of our times together all crammed back into my head. Meeting for the first time, my first time at his flat, hugging...they all flooded back like a wave of feelings. Horrible feelings.
I had to. I had to go back in there. I ran into the room and pushed my way through the doctors and saw Dan, lifeless. I sobbed and pressed my hand against his heart. Nothing. Not one single beat.
