Hey guys! Welcome back to chapter 2 of 'My Life With Phil'!
I hope you all enjoy the chapter! :)
And also happy new year! I hope 2018 is going to be your year! So much has happened for me the last 12 months so I'm excited to see what 2018 is going to throw at me!
WARNING: talk of car accidents and paralyzing nature
Dan's P.O.V.
Phil left not too long ago. I told him to call me as soon as he walked into his university building. He promised me he'd be careful so I'm holding him to that promise.
I was currently in our office editing Phil's newest youtube video because he asked me to. He felt bad at first but I insisted he let me because quite honestly, it was a great distraction from the feeling I'm experiencing in my gut.
My youtube channel is still small but it's doing well. I have almost 10,000 subscribers which is awesome. Phil almost has 500,000 which is fucking amazing and I'm incredibly proud of him.
Editing is such a time passer that I didn't even notice how much time as passed. My heart started to pound when I realized Phil still hasn't called me and it's been almost an hour. His university is 25 minutes away by train.
Just as I was about to click on Phil's contact, his face popped up on my screen. I breathed a small sigh of relief as I brought the phone up to my ear.
"Phil, thank god. I was starting-" I was cut off by a female's voice.
"Is this Mr. Lester's husband?"
What?
"Who is this?" I asked, my heart starting to pound in my chest again.
"I'm paramedic Hannah Jenice. Is this Mr. Lester's husband?"
Paramedic?
"Y-yes. My name is Dan. What's going o-on?" I stuttered.
"Dan, it's too hard to talk over the phone. We're taking your husband to London Memorial. Can you meet us there?" She asked. There was a lot of commotion going on in the background.
"London Memorial? What-" I was cut off again.
"Your husband was in an accident Dan. We're taking him to the hospital."
My whole world stopped...
"Wh-what kind of accident?" Tears ran down my face at lightening speed.
"Dan, please, can you meet us at London Memorial?"
Why won't she tell me?
"Y-yes. I'll be right there."
I hung up the phone and shoved it in my pocket along on my wallet, slipping on my shoes and grabbing my coat. With my keys in hand, I stopped when I realized the fastest way there was a 45 minute commute by train. Tears kept falling down my face so I did what my gut was telling me.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and clicked on Adam's name in my contacts.
After two rings he picked up. "Hey baby bro, now's not really a good-" I cut him off before he could finish his sentence.
"Phil's hurt and I can't get to the hospital."
"Woah, woah, woah, slow down. What do you mean Phil's hurt?"
"I-I-I..." I stuttered.
"Are you home?"
"Y-yes." I cried.
"Stay there, I'm coming to get you." And with that, Adam hung up the phone.
I stood there motionless, time passing by. I was brought out of my haze when I heard knocking at the door. I took a few steps forward and Adam stood there, a worry stricken look on his face.
He pulled me into a hug. "It's going to be okay. Phil's a tough one remember?"
I remained motionless, the tears still falling.
"Come on, let's go."
Adam and I left my apartment rather quickly after that. To drive to the hospital was only 20 minutes versus the 45 minute commute by train.
We got into his car and we drove off. My head hit the headrest behind me and I felt Adam squeeze my arm. "It's going to be okay Dan."
I closed my eyes and remembered the first time Phil was hurt...
"I was just with him a few hours ago and now... he's on the brink of death... I can't lose him, not him too."
I swallowed hard and tried to stop the flow of tears. I looked down at my hand and saw my wedding band. "Don't leave me... don't leave me... don't leave me..."
The car was silent other than the chant of 'don't leave me' escaped my lips every few moments. It seemed like forever before we pulled into the lot of hospital. Adam was barely able to park the car before I took off running towards the doors. I almost body slammed and ran a few people over, desperate to find Phil.
Once I reached the reception desk, the nurse stared blankly at me. "Can I help you?"
Adam showed up next to me only a moment later. "I was called by a paramedic named Hannah Jenice. She said my husband was taken here."
Before the nurse could say something, I heard my name from behind me.
"Dan Lester?"
A woman who was only a little bit shorter than I am was standing there. She was blonde and had her hair tied back in a ponytail. Bright blue eyes like Phil's.
"What happened?" I asked quickly.
"You may want to sit down Mr. Lester."
I looked horrified at Adam who looked just as nervous and scared as I did.
We sat down. Another paramedic came and sat down next to Hannah, a guy. Brown hair and green eyes.
"This is my partner, Greg."
I shook his hand as did Adam.
"Please, what happened to Phil?" I begged.
"Mr. Lester was hit by a car. From what we were told by witnesses, Mr. Lester was crossing at the crosswalk when a car came speeding down the road and hit him. Mr. Lester went flying about 40 feet into a tree. He was unconscious when we got to him."
My hands were at my face, my heart was still pounding loudly in my chest. "Is... is he alive?"
"He has a faint pulse when we got to him and his breath sounds were shallow. There is one another thing though... His legs were... mangled in different directions. There is a good chance Mr. Lester may never walk again."
And as if the news couldn't get any worse...
"He could be confined to a wheelchair?" Adam asked.
Hannah nodded.
"He's only 20 years old! He still has how whole life ahead of him!" Adam exclaimed.
I was silent. I couldn't process this information.
"I'm sorry for this news Mr. Lester." Greg said.
"Where is he?" I said quietly, trying control my breathing.
"Surgery. The doctor should be out to speak with you soon." Hannah said.
I nodded my head and looked at the two of them. "Thank you for helping him."
They both smiled. "Just doing our job. We hope all goes well Mr. Lester."
And with that and a shaking of hands, they got up and left.
Adam looked at me, waiting for me to say something.
But nothing came out.
"I'm going to go call Tori and Phil's parents. Will you be okay sitting here for a few minutes?"
I nodded silently. I honestly felt like I'm going to be sick.
He squeezed my shoulder and got up to leave. I sat motionless, staring down at my hands. My wedding band glistened in the light.
We promised each other in sickness and in health... We promised each other forever...
A single tear dripped my eye and landed on my wedding band, splashing on to my knee.
What if Phil is paralyzed? Our entire lives would change.
I choked back a sob as I sat in the waiting room. Can someone come and take me away from all this?
This was the gut feeling I was experiencing. Oh god, Phil.
Please, don't leave me...
Cause who would I be if I didn't throw in heartbreaking drama? Haha, that sounds so horrible...
Anyways, I know it's early to be this sadistic already but don't worry, within time everything will be well again so I hope that curves your hatred for me lmao
I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and I will see you soon with chapter 3!
Bye guys! :)