Just Stay (Phan Fiction)

Wake Up Lion

Dan's POV

After Phil had left the Skype call, Pj had ordered Chris to bring lots of ice cream and malteasers in. We put on deathnote and ate away. I didn't want the food but Pj kept looking at me and I felt bad for him worrying so I ate up like a good little fuck up. Towards the end of the movie, I got a phone call. I ignored it at first because I didn't want to talk but Pj soon took my phone from me and picked it up.

"Hello?" he said down the phone. There was a pause. "Um, Dan, I think you should take this, it's the hospital." Pj held the phone out for me and I took it nervously.

"Is this Daniel Howell?" a man asked.

"Y-yes." I stuttered. 

"I have some bad news." he said and my heart sped up, feeling as though it was trying to break out of my chest. I waited for the man to go on. "I'm a doctor at St Thomas' hospital in London. Not so long ago, Philip Lester was brought in." I froze. "He was in a plane crash coming from Spain to England." he had been coming home. "He's suffered from some serious injuries and is currently in a coma." so, he's not dead? "We have to run some more tests but at the moment, there is a 10% chance he will wake up." But he's dying. "He was severely injured." Oh phil. "Mr Howell?"

"Y-yes, I'm h-here." I stuttered out, realising I hadn't said anything yet.

"You are welcome to come and visit if you wish." the doctor said.

"H-how did y-you know t-to call m-me?" I asled curiously.

"You're saved in Mr Lester's phone contacts as The Boyfriend, it wasn't too hard to piece together." he informed me.

I smiled sadly at that. "I'll b-be there a-as s-soon as I c-can." I managed to choke out before hanging up. I was crying now. Hard. But I had to get to the hospital for Phil so I quickly got up, threw on my jacket and shoes and sent Pj a text even though he was stood next to me, also putting his shoes on.

"Oh my god!" He exclaimed showing Chris the message. 

"Hospital, Now." Chris ordered and we left the apartment as quickly as we could. Pj drived while Chris sat in the back seat next to me. I was shaking violently and the tears never stopped streaming down my face. When we pulled up at the hospital, we all rushed out of the car and over to the reception desk.

"We're here to see Philip Lester." Pj said to the woman behind the desk.

"Okay, he's on Ward C, room 114." she said. "Down that hall there and third left." she indicated to them.

"Thank you." Chris said before we all rushed off. 

When we got to the door, a doctor was stood outside. "Ah, you must be Daniel." he said, looking at me sadly.

I nodded, glancing at the room. "H-how is h-he?"

"He's alive." the doctor said. "And his chances of living have increased to 25%." 

"That's good." Pj commented. 

"Can we see him?" Chris asked.

"Of course but, maybe one at a time, it's a rather small room." the doctor said. 

"You go first Dan." Chris and Pj said together. I nodded and slowly opened the door.

I gasped.

Phil.

My Phil.

Broken.

Bruised.

Bleeding.