Dan, the Nothing

Malice

"So what happened? With that bloody crash, I mean." Phil and I have returned to our flat. I still had a bandage around my head to protect the stitches, but the doctors cleared me to leave the hospital, which I was quite happy about. I missed my comfy bed. I missed sleeping in, then waking up five minutes before I have to go somewhere. Believe it or not, I missed Phil eating all of my cereal. It had only been a couple of days, but I was sick of the hospital. "The transport just blew up. You hit your head on a piece of debris, and I got this." He motioned with his hand to his forehead. He had a massive laceration on his left side, starting at the temple and going all the way to the top of his nose bridge. It, like my head, was sewn together with stitches. "When the police were taking my for my statement, I asked why the transport had exploded, and they said that from the pattern of the damage, this looks to be intended arson. Someone maliciously tried to kill a person or two on the transport." Someone did it on purpose? Why? Who did they want dead? Was it us? Maybe someone who didn't like our videos wanted us dead... "Snap out of it Dan! You're zoning out." "Sorry Phil. You were saying?" "I was saying that I'm going to make a video, and I was hoping you would be in it." "Sure," I reply. We go into his bedroom, which is much neater than mine. We sit on his blue and green checkered bed and turn on the camera. "Hey everyone-OK, don't freak out. Yes, I know there there is a giant cut on my face. Let me explain..." He explains the crash. The explosion, finding me unconscious, carrying me to the hospital. I try to remember those moments, but they have escaped my mind, never to return. I leave the room without saying a word. I head straight for the bathroom. I feel like I'm going to be sick.