Living With Internet

Living With Internet; part 6

Lily's POV:

"Lily?" I hear a faint voice, one that sounds.. familiar? I can't place it but the sound of it makes me smile, and connects with good memories.

I open my eyes, figuring it's just a nurse and nearly pass out at the sight. Dan and Phil? I'm hallucinating. Definately. I have to be, otherwise why would they be here?

"Phil look at her heart monitor it's beeping! We killed her! God Phil I told you this wasn't a good idea." Hisses another familiar voice, obviously fitting with Dan Howell. "No Dan it always does that, it's fine." assures Phil, obviously oblivious to me staring blankly at the two of then.

For the past 3 years, Dan and Phil have been the best part of my life, along with other Youtubers. I have spent countless hours re-watching their videos and smiling at them. They have been the main source of positivity in my life, and now they're standing in front of me. What.

"Hey Phil, uh, she's awake." Dan nudges Phil's arm. "Oh! Lily, you're okay!" Phil runs to my bedside, hugging me and smiling in relief. "Don't hurt her Phil!" Dan exclaims, laughing and stepping behind Phil. He loosens his grip and blushes slighty, "I guess we have some explaining to do." he chuckles. I nod, and sit up, smiling slightly and giving then my attention.

"When you had your.. accident, me and Dan where there and saw it happen. I tried to help you, but you had already passed out. We've been waiting for the past two weeks to visit you and make sure you were okay." Phil explains, and Dan just continuously nods at his words.

"Well, for the most part I'm okay, except for my knee." I say the last part quietly, and pull my sheets up so they can see. Skin grafts and metal rods have been set to heal my knee, all surrounded by a giant brace that keeps me from moving, or feeling, my leg. Dan gasps a little and then blushes, not wanting to offend me. "It's okay to be scared by it, but it looks worse then it really is." I try to comfort them and they smile uneasily.

"How has your time been at the hospital?" Dan asks, trying to change the subject. "For the past 2 weeks I've been comatose, which was when they did a few surgeries and grafts to set my knee. It wasn't until the other day when I woke up. Gladly there aren't any major damages to my head other then slight amnesia on some things, but my speech and motor skills are okay. But, my emotional damage was much worse. For the entire day after I awoke, I cried and was intolerable to any food or medication. I couldn't keep anything down or be comforted by anyone. I blamed myself for the accident and wanted to end my own life as punishment. The doctors loaded me with as many painkillers they could find and admitted as much Morphine as they could until I passed out. When I would wake up and cry again they would dose me and I would go under. This cycle continued for about 24 hours until yesterday when my parents came to me, in a dream. They told me to forgive myself and to move on and for some reason it was all I needed. I've been better ever since, but still immobile." I sigh, and gaze at them trying to take in all the information I just gave them.

"Sounds, dreadful." Phil answers honestly and I nod. "But that's why we're here!" Exclaims Dan, smiling. "We want to cheer you up until you are admitted out and find a new family. Even the word "family" makes my eyes water and my throat burn. My stomach churns and I bite the inside of my check to keep the tears down. Don't cry. Don't cry.

Authors Note: over 50 views already 😱 thank you guys so much! Seeing as I've barely had this up for long and have done absolutely no promotion for my story, 50 views is a lot for me! I hope anyone who has been reading this likes it so far, feel free to leave a comment as always and I will try respond and maybe even give you a follow :)
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~ceiling_phan