The next morning, I was sitting on the sofa, staring at my hands.
I didn't know what to do without Phil.
Everything just seemed so dull without him.
My phone started ringing, breaking me from my trance.
It was the hospital.
"Hello, Mr Howell? We've got developments about Mr Lester."
My heart lifted, waiting to hear the words.
They continued, "It was previously thought that he would wake up soon, but today we've seen him slip into a coma. He might not wake up again."
"Wh-what?" I stuttered, "He can't be!"
"I'm sorry, sir."
They told me the ward Phil had been moved to, and I thanked them, putting down the phone.
My hands grabbed the keys and I ran out of the door, my legs carrying me to the hospital.
No.
This can't be happening.
I need him back.
I arrived at the hospital, out of breath and red in the face.
The nurse left the room so that I could talk to him alone, flashing me a supportive smile before they left.
Why is she giving us pity.
She doesn't know anything.
My eyes landed on Phil, and I made my way over to his bed, kneeling down next to him and placing a hand on his cheek as I felt a tear slip down mine.
"They say you can hear me, and I hope you can." I spoke, my voice quiet.
"Please wake up, Phil."
"I don't know what I'll do without you. How I'll cope."
I let out a laugh. It sounded so fake - so empty.
"I can barely do the washing by myself." My voice cracked and another tear fell from my eyes.
"But I know you'd want me to try."
"So I will. For you."
"Please, just hurry up and come back to me."
I closed my eyes, letting out a shaky breath.
"Because I don't know how long I can keep myself up without you."
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Wordless Conversations // Phan (sequel to Bring Me Home)
FanfictionDan's better now. He's been clean for over a year. He takes his medication and his relationship with Phil is going strong. But then one day something happens. A terrible accident. Dan visits everyday, but with Phil in a coma, can Dan keep himself to...
