A/N: Hey, guys! I honestly have no idea what gave my the idea to make this but somehow I got the idea. As I know you're probably wanting to read this, I'll stop the author's note here. Oh, and, just to be clear, one of the later parts includes what would seem MartynxDan but I swear I don't ship it. I'm sticking to Phan (which there is in this - don't kill me for referring to them as best friends D:). I'll also warn you now that if you're sensitive to blood and vomiting you may want to leave.
"Hey, Martyn?" said Phil, looking at his older brother.
"Yeah, Phil?" he replied. Phil had a look on his face that said he was bored but had an idea to do something.
"You don't think we could go swimming, do you?" Phil had an enthusiastic smile on his face; swimming was always a pleasure of Phil's when he went to Florida.
"Yeah, sure," said Martyn with the same enthusiastic smile. The two brothers grabbed their swimming trunks and told their mother where they were going. Phil may have been 29 but that didn't stop his mother from worrying. They decided on going to a nearby beach. Phil talked to a few fans before going to the edge of the beach.
"Be careful, Phil," said Martyn as Phil got into the water. "You don't want to get attacked by a shark."
"I'll be fine," said Phil. "I managed to not get kicked by a kangaroo in Australia, I will be perfectly fine."
"I wouldn't bet on that," replied Martyn. He watched Phil for a few minutes then heard a yelp that sounded exactly like Phil.
"Phil!" shouted his older brother. Phil got onto the shore and held his leg tightly. It was bleeding and it looked broken. Blood was pouring into the sand, and eventually Phil passed out.
0o0o0
"Mum, I think Dan has a right to know what happened," said Martyn later in the hospital. "I mean, they are best friends."
Phil's phone went off. He'd gotten a text from Dan. It said "Phil you haven't answered me for like two hours are you okay".
"Fine," said Phil and Martyn's mother. Martyn left, and quickly booked the soonest flight to London. He didn't do much on the plane, but he got to Dan and Phil's apartment as quickly as possible. When he did get to their apartment he was out of breath. He quickly knocked on the door and almost immediately it opened, and Dan's worried face looked at him.
"Hey, Martyn," he said. "Where's Phil?" he added with worry in his voice.
"Can I come in?" said Martyn. "It might take a while to explain, it'll be hard for me to."
"Yeah, make yourself at home," said Dan. He moved so Martyn could get up the stairs. He sat down on their sofa.
"Did you intentionally make that crease the same shape as your spine?" asked Martyn, pointing at Dan's sofa crease.
"Yeah," said Dan. "I've been spending most of my time today scrolling through Tumblr. It's not difficult to waste your life, really."
"Anyway, back to why I'm here without Phil," said Martyn and his eyes started watering. "We went swimming yesterday on a beach and I warned him about sharks."
"Don't tell me, he, being the little shit he is, decided 'Fuck it, I'm swimming with the sharks'?"
"Yeah," said Martyn. "And he got attacked by one. A small one otherwise he would've lost his leg. He's currently in a hospital in Florida."
"Oh my god, you're not serious?" said Dan, rushing around the apartment and grabbing his things. He stuffed some clothes into a suitcase and almost fell down the stairs hurrying to the door.
"Why would I prank you into thinking your best friend in the whole world got attacked by a shark?"
"Can you book a flight in the cab?" asked Dan, and Martyn nodded. As soon as they got to the airport, Dan started nervously crying. His anxiety about Phil's health state only heightened as time passed.
"'Kay, we have a flight to Miami at six fifteen this evening," said Martyn. "Everything is going to be fine," he added, noticing Dan was crying. He hugged him, trying to calm him down. "I promise, it'll be okay."
"Don't make promises you can't keep," said Dan through choked sobs. When their flight finally left Dan fell asleep with his head on Martyn's shoulder. The shaking of the plane touching down was the only thing that woke him up. He realised his head was on Martyn's shoulder and quickly moved it, taking out his phone and checking his fringe. They got off the plane as soon as they could and Martyn took Dan to the hospital. When they got to Phil's hospital room Dan immediately ran to his friend's side. Phil's fringe was in his face so Dan moved it out of his eyes. Phil seemed to have felt it because he started moving.
"Ow," he mumbled. He slowly opened his eyes. "Dan?"
"Phil!" said Dan, hugging his friend. "I've been so worried! You weren't replying to my texts so I started to get really scared!"
"I'm okay, Dan," said Phil. "Hey, Martyn," he added as Martyn kneeled next to Dan.
"Hey, Philip," said Martyn. "How're you doing?"
"Fine right now," said Phil. "Actually, more than fine, Dan's here."
Dan blushed slightly at these words.
"Hey, Mum, can you leave Dan and I alone?" said Phil, using his elbow to pull himself up.
"Yeah," said Phil's mum, leaving with Martyn.
"Dan, the survival rate for shark attacks isn't exactly high," he started.
"Philip Michael Lester, you better not be saying what I think you are," said Dan, as tears made their way down his face.
"Dan, I lost a lot of blood on the beach and continued to lose blood as I was taken to the ambulance," said Phil. He kissed Dan's forehead. "I'm sorry."
"I can't lose you," said Dan. Without warning, Phil took a Sharpie from the table by his bed and started drawing cat whiskers on Dan. They both laughed lightly, as it brought back memories from all the years they'd spent together.
"If I'm going to lose you I'm spending every second with you," said Dan. "Why don't we do Phil is Not on Fire now?"
"Well, we need questions," said Phil. "Here, hand me my phone."
Dan gave Phil his phone and Phil tweeted "Quick, give me questions for the possible last episode of pinof!"
"Well, I guess I should clean this off so you can draw whiskers on my face again," said Dan. He attempted to clean off most of the whiskers and nose but was only partly successful.
"Here, choose some questions and make sure they won't make me laugh too hard," said Phil, handing his phone to Dan. "We don't want me to die on camera."
"'Kay, I have some," said Dan. "Luckily I brought my camera."
He started recording and Phil automatically said, "Here come the cat whiskers for another year!"
"Hi," said Dan. "So chances are you're not going to be able to watch this without breaking down sobbing soon, as, if you can't tell, we're in a hospital!"
"I got attacked by a shark yesterday," said Phil. "Dan's chosen some Twitter questions that have been asked. Some of which I have probably already answered."
"Okay, Phil, here's the Sharpie —" said Dan, handing Phil the marker. Phil started drawing the iconic cat whiskers on Dan's face. He couldn't help but smile.
"Okay, Dan, here you go," said Phil, handing Dan the Sharpie. He drew similar whiskers on Phil's face. "First question!"
"'Why might this be the last Phil is Not on Fire?' Would you like to answer, Philly?" asked Dan as his eyes started watering.
"Well, I got to the beach okay, but I lost a lot of blood after the shark attacked me," replied Phil. "It was so weird! Who knew a tiny one foot long shark could break your leg?"
"Phil, it's not impossible," said Dan, chuckling. "Sharks can dislocate their jaws."
"Let me read the next question," said Phil. He smiled as Dan gave him back his phone. "'Is Phan real?' Dan, I think we need to say something if this is our possible last video together. Don't you think?"
"Yes," said Dan. "Okay — wait, how are we going to explain it, anyway? With the rabid shippers out there?"
"Come here," said Phil. He pressed his lips against Dan's. They pulled apart and continued answering questions. They kissed again before they ended it. Almost immediately after Phil started coughing.
"Phil, are you okay?" said Dan, stopping in the middle of putting his camera in his bag.
"Yeah," said Phil. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" said Dan, putting his camera in his bag and walking back over to Phil.
"Actually, on second thought — Dan, I need a bin —" Dan quickly grabbed the nearest trash bin and gave it to Phil.
"Is my breath seriously that bad?" joked Dan as Phil got everything out of his system.
"Dan!" exclaimed Phil.
"Sorry," said Dan, smiling.
"Go get — one of the — nurses —" said Phil through retching. "It's worse than you —"
Phil didn't need to finish the sentence. Dan could see red in the bin Phil had. He stopped smiling and almost ran out the door.
"Phil — he's throwing up — there's blood in it —" said Dan between breaths. Immediately a nurse ran to Phil's room, followed by Dan, Martyn, and Phil's mother.
It was a few minutes before Phil stopped throwing up. The nurse took it so she could examine it and get an idea of what was wrong. Dan sat next to him on his bed.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I don't know," said Phil. It was now about eight in the evening. A doctor came in to say it was time for Dan and the other two Lesters to leave.
"I'm not leaving," said Dan. "I want to spend the rest of the time he's here with him."
"Fine," said the doctor irritably. He escorted the Lesters out of the room.
"I bet the ocean was as blue-green as your eyes," said Dan. Phil smiled, blushing madly. "I love you too much not to spend your last hours with you."
"Thanks, Dan," said Phil.
"I'm not sleeping on that floor, can I sleep with you?" asked Dan. Phil nodded and Dan got into his bed. He was asleep within minutes with the cat whiskers still on his face. Phil cuddled him, and he, as well, still had his cat whiskers on.
0o0o0
The next morning Dan woke up before Phil did. Remembering immediately why he was laying in a hospital bed with his best friend anyway, he checked Phil's heartbeat. It was still there; Phil was still alive. Dan attempted to wake up Phil and was barely successful. Phil looked at the brunette in front of him.
"Hey, Dan," he said. "Yes, I'm doing okay," he added before Dan opened his mouth.
"It's not going to be the same without you," said Dan, curling up and burying his head in Phil's chest. Phil started playing with Dan's hair. Dan was crying into Phil's chest silently.
"Dan, it'll be okay," said Phil. "You still have Dil, you still have my room —"
"I don't know if I'll be able to take care of Dil without you," said Dan. "He just reminds me so much of you, I don't know if I'll be able to handle doing Sims videos on my own. And Lion's still in your room, I don't know if I'll be able to handle it."
"You'll be fine," said Phil.
"It doesn't make it better that I won't have you making what you think are innocent comments," continued Dan.
"Dan, it'll be okay," said Phil, hugging Dan tightly.
"But I need you, Phil." Phil looked at Dan. He was still crying into Phil's chest.
"I don't want to see you like this, Dan," said Phil. "I love you too much."
"What am I going to do without you? You're the only person that keeps me out of depression, what'll happen to me?" said Dan.
"Dan, I'm sorry," replied Phil. "If it wasn't time for me to die, why'd I get attacked?"
"I love you, Phil," said Dan, breaking down into renewed sobs.
"I love you, too," said Phil.
0o0o0
About two days later Dan woke up to find Phil didn't have a pulse. His eyes started watering.
"Phil," he whispered."Phil!"
No answer.
"Phil, no —" At that second, Martyn and Mrs. Lester walked into the room.
"Dan!" said Martyn immediately. Dan didn't look at him. He kept sobbing into Phil's hair.
"Dan, are you okay?" said Mrs. Lester. "Don't tell me Phil's —"
Dan nodded.
"I need to go do something," said Dan. He grabbed his camera, left the hospital, and pushed record on his camera.
"Hello, internet. So I have some bad news. Phil won't be making videos anymore. I'll upload an explanation video later. Well, the new PINOF. I'm sorry I couldn't explain more," Dan finished. "Bye."
Dan went back to Phil's room, staying hidden in the shadows, and started editing the video he'd just filmed. He muted it so he wouldn't have to hear the news over again.
I love you too, were the words that kept ringing in his ears. When he was done editing he uploaded the video, calling it "Phil Won't Be Making Videos Anymore". He then edited PINOF, but he couldn't contain his sobbing. He quickly finished editing and uploaded it, calling it "Last Phil is Not on Fire". He looked over at Phil, hoping he would wake up from a long nap, but he didn't. Dan buried his face in his knees and continued crying.
"Hey, Dan," said Martyn. "Are you doing okay?"
"No," said Dan. "I don't know if I'll be able to handle it."
Martyn put a comforting hand on Dan's shoulder. Dan continued to sob.
"Why do these things have to happen, Martyn? He's the only friend I'd ever had that actually put me before himself! Not that we had a lot of friends."
"That's just life, Dan," said Martyn. "There'll be things you'll never recover from, whether physical or mental, but it'll get better."
Dan's phone went off. People in the comments on both the bad news video and PINOF were freaking out. Some people had even commented "Don't cry, Dan, CRAFT" to which Dan replied, "that's not making my current situation any better". Dan spent most of the day messing with Phil's fringe, then left to go back to London.
0o0o0
When he got back to London, he got probably at least three hundred questions about Phil. He answered each one of them with "Watch PINOF" and it made the crowd around him leave.
When he got to the apartment he sat down on Phil's bed and looked around. He took Phil's lion and went to his room, quietly sobbing.
A/N: Wow, that was a terrible Christmas present. Merry Christmas, by the way. And, no, Phil did not get one of those blood thingies. He didn't want it. I'm sorry to Phil who has literally said "I swear, every time I read Phanfiction I'm dead!" I'm also sorry for breaking anyone's heart. Seriously, what is it with me and writing heartbreaking fanfiction? I had this in my head and had to write it. If you want me to continue please leave a review telling me you want it continued. I'll leave it marked as "In-progress" for that reason. Bye!