Friends...Or More?

3: Is this real?

We sat down with our families and ate turkey and vegetables.

My mum kept asking me things like "What is it like to be gay?" which was too personal to answer so I just sat there in an attempt to change the subject to how succulent the turkey was. As I was full by the time I had ate everything but the veg, I started making smiley faces with the carrots and peas and scenery in the gravy.

"Dan, stop playing with your food!" Mum yelled.

"God mum, I'm full. What's the point of eating if its gonna come back out again?"

"I'm just going to go to the loo okay?" Phil whispered to me.

"You only went before dinner! But okay, have a nice dump. Hey everyone, be sure not to go in the 'bathroom' after Phil comes back; It'll be radiating pong when Phil's done!" I chortled.

"You're so disgusting Dan!" Phil laughed.

Phil walked out of the room sorting his fringe out; he had moved it out of the way when we were kissing earlier. I smiled when he stuck his head around the door and did a silly signal we like to call "The Gun Of Friendship" and then all I could hear was his footsteps going up the hall.

I did up my belt that Phil had fiddled with earlier and began playing with my veg again.

*****

Phil hadn't been back to the table for 15 minutes and Jan (Phil's mum) was starting to get worried.

"Where is Phillip? Perhaps he has a stomach ache? Or constipation perhaps, bless his poor soul?" Jan said anxiously, "I'm going to see if he is okay."

She walked out the room down the hall and up the stairs. Then all we heard was a scream. A deafening scream. Everyone ran out of the kitchen to where Jan was. And there was Phil. Unconscious.

He had cracked his head open. The what were white floor tiles, were now the bed of a crimson lake. I threw myself on the floor and cried, kissing him.

"NO!!!" I yelled, "NOT PHIL!!"

Jan was in a heap crying. Infact we all were.

How had none of us heard him fall down the stairs?

Dad rang 999 and asked for an ambulance. Before we knew it, the ambulance arrived. They put Phil on a stretcher and carried him to the ambulance. I kissed his cold lips and caressed his hair as we (Jan, me, Dave (Phil's dad), my Dad and my mum) travelled to the hospital with blaring sirens above our heads.

Surely this couldn't be reality?

Surely this isn't real?

I pinched myself at least three times.

Nothing.

I was still in the ambulance travelling at 80mph.

*****

When we arrived at the hospital, we were told we could stay with Phil until the operation. After, he would need to rest. Phil was taken to a wing with a special bed. On the ambulance they had mopped all the blood from Phil's dark hair. It had totally spoiled his look. But to me he is always beautiful.

A doctor walked through the white double doors and gave us a reassuring smile.

"Hello. I am Dr Gold. I will be operating on Phillip today. Don't worry. He has a 80% chance of surviving the operation. Before we operate, we will take a couple of scans of his brain and skull just to make sure the tissue and bone will heal swiftly after the operation."

Dr Gold was a shortish man with dark brown hair and brown eyes. His demeanour was friendly and he had a meaningful smile. He wore a white coat and a purple shirt and had a stethoscope around his neck. He kept eyeing up Phil's mum though, probably in revery, but it could have been physical attraction. I certainly didn't see a wedding band on Dr Gold's ring finger. Hygeine reasons probably.

"I'm just going to check his pulse," said Dr Gold; he put the stethoscope on Phil's chest, "His pulse is fine. It's at a normal rate. You may spend 30 minutes with Phillip before the operation. In that time he may or may not come round but if he does, do tell him he is okay. He may suffer symptoms of amnesia for the next day or two. Not the nicest way to spend Christmas. But at least he should be in good condition after we operate."

"Thank you so much Dr Gold. We really appreciate your understanding." Jan replied.

Dr Gold left the room soon after. 10 minutes later, Phil began to stir.
"Phil? Phil?!" I said.

"Dan?" Phil replied weakly.

"You're alive!" I said, tears running down my cheeks. We kissed more passionately than we had earlier. This time I didn't want to let him go. We kissed for ages and ages. And we hugged and we kissed some more.

"I love you Phil. I love you more than anything. Every star in that sky represents a person and the brightest star is yours Phil. You have my heart in your hands; hold it forever. Don't ever let me from your grasp. I LOVE YOU!" I cried.

He kissed me and wiped away my tears.
"I love you more." He replied.

"I love you most," I said, "And you'll be okay."

I held his bloodstained hair in my fists and kissed his sodden forehead. I stroked his face as he closed his eyes and fell asleep. I had never realised how long his eyelashes were - they were beautiful and ebony black.

Dr Gold walked back into the room.
"We need to take Phillip for his pre-operation scans now. He'll see you on the other side. May the odds be forever in YOUR favour. I'm sorry - I like the Hunger Games." He explained to us. It did lighten the mood a little though.

"Haha, its okay. Once again thank you Dr Gold. You are...my hero." Jan said. Her eyes were glazed and you could see that she wanted to cry.

"I'm just doing my job Mrs Lester." Dr Gold replied. He kept staring at Jan's breasts. 'Physical' I thought.

He turned away for a few seconds so we could wish Phil love.

"It will be okay my son." Jan said, crying now, as she kissed his cheek.

"Good luck my little soldier." Dave whispered in his ear and he hugged him.

"Everything is going to be fine Phil." My dad said.

"Take care Phil. You're like a third son to me." My mum said, trying to flush away her tears. Then it was my turn to say something.

"My Phil-lion. My happy little Phil. My fluffy Lestercorn. I love you. You, to me, are amazing, Phil." I kissed him on the lips. His plump and soft lips.
"The stars will be bright when there is only night."

I hugged him and kissed him again.

"Goodbye."

Dr Gold turned around again and wheeled Phil on his bed to the scanning room. That was the last time I saw him before his operation.

My Amazingphil.