I hear the beep of the machine attached to me as I stir into consciousness. I sigh as the machine pumps in more air into my body, to keep it alive. "You'll be fine after the transplant" that's what they keep telling me. That's if I find lungs suitable. I slowly open my eyes to a white room, surrounded by flowers from friends and relatives. I reach under my duvet and pull out a journal. "Daniel James Howell" it reads. I flick it open, and study the first page. It has a picture of a young man in his early twenties, with slightly tanned skin, brown hair and brown eyes. He seems to be smirking, revealing a dimple on his left cheek. He wears a black t-shirt with a white ring on it, and black skinny jeans. He's holding a packet of Maltesers in his left hand. "Yo blad, this is my journal lol" It reads underneath. I chuckle quietly. I put the journal to a side and reach for the mirror next to me. I haven't changed much, minus the dark circles underneath my eyes. I smirk again, revealing a dimple on my left cheek.

"Hello Dan!" a familiar voice says, quiet cheerfully. I scowl.

"Hey there...Linda" I say, trying hard to remember her name. Linda is my doctor, and to say, a total flirt. She is about the same age as me, with curly blond hair and green eyes. Her face is caked with makeup and her chapped lips smudged with lipstick. She flutters her eyelashes and winks at me, which makes me scowl even more.

"Here is your breakfast" she says, grinning at me. I suppress a small smile.

I eat the little bits of cornflakes and drink the orange juice as she goes on about stuff, trying to make conversation. She suddenly says something that makes me snap back into reality.

"...it's such a shame, I hope you'll miss me" she says, sighing, putting on a sad impression.

"Sorry what?" I ask, embarrassed by my ignorance.

"I'm leaving...and you're getting some new doctor..."

"Oh." I say, trying to sound sad, but bursting with happiness inside.

"What is their name?" I ask, nodding.

"Dr. Lester. Handsome bloke, if you ask me. Anyhow, I should be leaving, Bye!" she replied, and hurried out of the door.

*Later that evening*

I hum the theme tune of Pokémon as I look for my Pikachu plushie in my bag. I pull it out and chuckle as I sit it next to me on my bed. I take out my laptop and turn it on, grinning at my wallpaper. It was a picture of me and my friend Peej in Barbados, running around drunk. Tonight was going to be Pokémon night, so I am wearing my Pokémon pyjamas. I put on a random episode and sing along to the theme tune. I'm halfway through it when I hear someone joining in. A voice just a little lower than mine, but still very young. I flinch as I realise there shouldn't be another voice, not at this hour at least. I look up to find a man about the same age as me, maybe a little older, singing the theme tune loudly. He has identical hair as me, just darker, and very pale skin. His eyes are closed and his brows knotted together as he is concentrating on the song. The theme ends and he snaps back into reality. He looks down at me, and I see the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. They're as cold as ice but as deep as the ocean at the same time, if that's possible. They're a brilliant blue and shine brightly like little gems. I realise I must be staring at his eyes because he coughs and looks away. I feel heat crawl up my neck and my cheeks as I realise I'm blushing. Well done Dan, you embarrassing little shit I mentally scold myself.

"Uhm, I'm Phil, you're doctor" he says suddenly.

"Dr. Lester?"

"Please call me Phil" he grins at me, making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

"Oka-ay Ph-il" I stutter. Dan, you idiot.

He smiles at me and hands me over some medicines and water. I swallow the pills, flinching as they hurt my throat.

"Feeling okay?" he smiles at me again. That smile is beautiful. Stop. I nod, returning the smile.

"See you in the morning Dan!" he grins and then exits the room. Suddenly he's back in again.

"Cute Pikachu by the way" he chuckles and exits.

I sigh as I sink deeper into my bed, falling into a dreamless sleep.