I'm lying down on my back. The ground I am on is hard, hot, and textured. Everything around me seems to be burning. Am I dead? Is this Hell? I'm unable to move, and my head is pounding. I feel myself being pulled upwards, then parallel to the earth. Someone is carrying me... they are yelling for help. They are bleeding badly from their forehead. They look like they are escaping some mass-murderer in a horror film. The blood is pouring down their face, and it pools and mixes with the waterfall of tears flowing from their eyes. They are covered in soot and dust. do I look like that too? What's happening?
The person keeps yelling, screaming for someone to help me. The environment changes- it's louder. I hear moans, cries, yelling, and the shuffling of busy feet. I hear more people around me suddenly, and I realize I am no longer in the person's arms. Opening my eyes hurts, but I am able to open them just enough to see my rescuer.
Phil.
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Dan, the Nothing
FanficAfter a public transport accident, Dan Howell is left with serious PTSD. Phil was his rescuer, and he is getting a lot of attention for it, while Dan sits off to the side, feeling like a helpless victim. As Dan struggles with the mental aftermath fr...
