It was a Saturday afternoon, and as usual, Dan was out with Brandon, and Phil was on YouNow with his fans. It was a normal Saturday, I guess you could say, because Phil felt lonely on Saturday.
That is until Phil got a call.
Dan was on the line, his voice shaky. "Phil...help me...please."
"Where are you, Dan?" Phil asked, worryingly.
"Just downstairs in the...alley..." the words were spread apart my muffled voices and coughing.
"Okay, Dan, I'll be right there."
"Gotta go guys, sorry," Phil said, slamming his laptop.
Grabbing his keys and dashing out of the door, Phil hurried to the alley underneath their flat.
He saw a crumbled Dan who was in a ball sobbing, and blood was all over his hands and body.
"Oh my god, Dan!" Phil rushed to Dan's side, and he was crying in pain, and an open cut on his leg was visible.
"Who- who did this to you?"
Dan was silent. He just shrieked in pain.
"Dan..?!" Phil panicked, grabbing his shirt and sopping the blood.
"Phil-" Dan managed to say, but Phil cut him off.
"Shh, it's gonna be okay, Dan, It's gonna be okay..." Phil gulped down his tears and picked up Dan.
Phil dialed 999.
"Hello, I found my friend in an alley, and he's bleeding and hurt..." Phil gave him the address, and Dan wearily looked at him.
"Phil..." Dan managed to say. "It was- It was Brandon who-who-" Dan couldn't saw anymore, because tears streamed down his face.
Phil just dried the tears with his shirt. "Shh..."
The paras arrived, and they loaded dan into the ambulance. Phil got to ride with Dan, and Dan slipped his hand into Phil's without even thinking, and fell asleep.