Dan gasped and opened his eyes, tears streaming down his face.
"Dan! Dan, it's okay, I'm here," a familiar voice comforted.
"Phil!" He clutched at the hands on his shoulders and sat up, clinging to Phil with all his might.
Surprised, Phil wrapped his arms around a sobbing Dan.
"I had the-- the most awful dream," Dan wailed. His face was pressed into the very real chest of Phil Lester, his ear could hear every quick heartbeat.
Phil rested his chin on top of Dan's head and cradled it with his hand, rubbing small circles into his back with the other and rocking back and forth. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Dan sniffled and looked up at him. "I thought... I thought I lost you."
Phil couldn't help but give in to a small smile. He kissed the top of his head and stroked his hair with his hand.
"It was just a dream, Dan. I'm right here. It's all over now."
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FanfictionDan just woke up from a coma and is told something unbelievable. Philip Lester does not exist.