Lions and Llamas Are Meant to Be

Chapter 8 Hospital Dan's POV

I turn to see a SUV barreling towards me, and I scream Phil's name. I cannot move. It is as if I've been glued into place by fate. The car hits me and I feel nothing, then immense and excruciating pain. As I fall to the ground into the sweet bliss of unconsciousness, I see Phil hightailing it to my side.
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Phil's POV
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"DAN!" I scream just as he gets hit by the SUV. As he gracefully and dramatically falls to the slick pavement, I race to his side. I fall to my knees a meter away, and skid on the soaked concrete. I bump into his body accidentally, and he does not make a sound.
"DAN!"
Ambulance. Call the ambulance, Phil. Come on. You can do it. I type in the digits on my phone, and soon enough I hear the siren. The next thing I know is that paramedics are peeling my arms off of Dan's body and lifting him onto the ambulance via a stretcher. I jump in the ambulance just as the workers are closing the doors.
"Sir..." The woman in charge starts.
"I AM HIS FUCKING BEST FRIEND I AM STAYING IN THIS VEHICLE, OKAY?!" I yell.
"Alright, sit down then."
A few minutes later we arrive at the hospital and Dan is rushed into immediate surgery. I attempt to follow, but I am stopped. As I anxiously read an unimportant magazine in the waiting area, a nurse hesitantly approaches my chair.
"Yes?" I snap.
"Uh..." She looks at her clipboard, "Mr. Philip Lester?"
"What?" I say with a tremble in my voice that I try to hard to conceal and not feel.
"You might want to come with me."
Shit. What is going to happen? She leads me down a long hall to a single solitary room at the end of it, number 46. The nurse, June, holds the door for me and shuts it as she walks away. I glance at Dan on the bed, then slowly turn to face the doctor, a short gray-haired man by the name of Dr. Watson.
"Mr. Philip Lester?"
"Yes, yes." I hurriedly say, "What is wrong with him?"
"Well...."
At this point I notice that something is missing. There is no monotonous beeping of a heart monitor. Just a long, low-pitched beep. I do not hear another word from the doctor as I rush to Dan's bedside.
"Dan! Dan! Dan..."
I begin sobbing as I grab his cold, dead hand.
"Dan..."
Memories run through my head. Philisnotonfire 1. Numerous Skype calls. Choosing our apartment. Filming collabs. SAP. Creating a gaming channel. Christmas shopping. Him running out on me. Splintering bone. As I silently weep on my knees, something amazing happens.
"Get me all the nurses for the ICU ward to room 46 right now!" Dr. Watson commands into the intercom button on the wall.