~Dan's POV~
"Hello, Internet!" I say, trying to be my usual somewhat cheerful and overly sarcastic self. I've decided to try to film the video for Phil's channel announcing what's happened. Of course, as Phil is in the hospital, I fail miserably. "So, um..." I falter, not knowing what to say.
"Phil... ended up in the hospital," I end up saying, a tear dropping from my eye. I wipe it away quickly with the back of my hand hoping that they can't really notice. I need to stay strong for them.
"After the end of our last video, Phil knocked down the camera equipment. It came down on top of him, and then when he tried to get up he bumped into the wall and a chunk of the ceiling came down on him"
"He was knocked out and the chunk hit him pretty hard, but it's not too bad, he'll live, and he's going to be out of the hospital in a couple weeks."
"Please, don't be annoying as this is the absolute worst time. If you'd like to send him some fanart or whatever this would be a really great time."
"Why are our lives turning into such phanfics though? I mean, in every single phanfic, Phil gets sick or dies... oh wait that sounded really bad um Phil's not dying." I realized I failed miserably at my attempt at a joke. "Well that's not gonna be in the video is it?" I sigh and bury my face in my hands. My sense of humor has vanished into the hospital along with Phil. I quickly wrap up the video and edit it quickly, uploading it onto Phil's channel. As expected, the comments section goes crazy, but I close the computer before I can read any of them.
I go to the kitchen to get a snack, as I haven't eaten since half an hour before starting the last video, which was seven hours ago, between filming it, rushing Phil to the hospital, and filming this video.
I open a cupboard and get out a banana, but it just reminds me of earlier today, when we laughed and pretended to call each other on our banana phones. The banana hits the ground with a thud as I stare at the wall, the kitchen shifting around me. I'm losing focus. I stumble, and would've crashed into the ground if not for the glass door. The one time it's actually helped me.
I find myself walking to Phil's room. The blue and green covers and the pillows are still perfectly positioned since Phil made his bed, and then I look back on the memories that I had in this room. A tear falls down my cheek.
I plop myself on his bed and break down. I'm so scared. I know they said Phil is going to be OK, but I cant help but think otherwise. I can't loose Phil. He's my best friend. What would I be without him? All these negative thoughts start flooding my mind.
Deep breaths, Dan. We cannot afford to have an existential crisis right now.
Still... was this something I could've controlled? If I had caught Phil, would everything be normal, just another story about Phil's clumsiness? Or was this bound to happen?
I sigh, curling my knees to my chest. Why couldn't life be simple? Wake up, make YouTube videos, then have some well-earned relaxation with my best friend.
~Phil's P.O.V~
I'm alone and scared. Its 2:00 am and I haven't slept a blink since I got here.
I hate this so much. I hate this uncomfortable bed, the cold room, the loneliness, everything. I wish Dan was here. He somehow makes the bad situations better. I miss him; I hope he isn't sad. Please don't let him go into existential crisis mode.
When Dan does into existential crisis mode he won't be out if it for a while. Let's just hope that he is OK.
I stare outside the window at the stars, or what I can see of them, the lights from cell phone towers and satellites blinking. Once I get out of the hospital, what kind of a person will I be? What will happen?
I roll over in the bed, my fringe sticking to my forehead from sweat. The hospital room is stuffy, and I wipe my forehead with the back of my hand.
Staring at the ceiling, I suddenly have a vision of the future, where my channel hits 5 million, with me and Dan celebrating. I can see when Dan's channel hits 10 million, and mine does too, and we get the diamond play buttons, and I can see us hosting more stage shows, perhaps even meeting greater people than we could've imagined...
With these thoughts rushing through my head, I lose consciousness, and drift off to sleep, my dreams dark and empty except for one brunette boy.
