When I opened my eyes all I could see were flashing lights and a crowd of people milling around the ambulances and watching victims of the car crash being taken away on stretchers.
The sky was a cold black with the clouds covering any sort of star or moon that tried to shine down on the situation.
I scanned the area and saw Phil being checked over by a paramedic, he was gripping his arm tightly and had tears streaming down his face. It was evident that his arm had been broken. It would have been a lot worse if I hadn't of pushed him out of the way just in time to take the blow for him. I quickly looked myself over and saw that I wasn't hurt at all which was a miracle considering the impact of the car that hit me. I noticed the driver trying to explain to the police about what happened and felt sorry for him as he begged for the officer in front of him to understand that it was an accident.
I turned again and saw Phil watch a stretcher being taken into the ambulance he was sitting in front of and a new set of tears trace down his face. He always was one to mourn for the pain of people he didn't know. He began to follow the stretcher inside and I decided to go with him to see if he was okay.
I managed to slide past everyone quite easily considering the amount of people there and get in through the ambulance doors, with no one questioning my entrance, before they closed and the van beginning to speed towards the hospital.
Inside I saw Phil sitting on a chair next to the person in the stretcher. The body was covered with a sheet so I couldn't see who it was. Instead of trying to find out, I walked over to Phil and knelt beside him, wrapping my arm around his shoulders. He shuddered a little and moved slightly, not acknowledging my presence. I retracted my arm feeling slightly annoyed that Phil would do this to me when I was trying to help. I had just saved his life after all. I looked around the ambulance and saw another chair a fair bit of distance away from him and sat on it, fiddling with my hands and not looking at anyone else in the van for the entire drive there.

We got to the hospital where the stretcher was immediately taken away and as far as I could see, taken to the intensive care unit. Phil was taken out by a paramedic and I was left to trail behind like a lone sheep that had been driven away from its heard.
We entered the hospital and were taken into a room where they x-rayed Phil's arm and checked for any more damage to his body. Luckily there was none so they left Phil and me in our own room while they went to get the x-ray results.
I took a deep breath and decided to speak.
"Listen, Phil. I'm sorry about what happened. But if I hadn't of pushed you out the way you would have died probably! I'm surprised that I haven't been hurt from that bloody car!" I looked for Phil's reaction but all I got was a depressed sigh. I leant against the wall, hands deep in my pockets and the scowl was evident on my face.
"Why did you have to go? Why did you just leave me like that Dan?" I looked up at Phil, who was still refusing to meet my gaze, before replying.
"I didn't know it was going to happen! If I did I would have stopped you from leaving the flat too! Heck, I would have actually checked the use-by date on that fucking bread if I knew it was going to save us this hassle!" I didn't get a reply to that and I watched as Phil lay down on the bed provided by the hospital and roll over, facing away from me. It was evident that he didn't want to talk to me so I walked over to the chair in the corner and managed to fall asleep on that.

Idk about this chapter. It seems more like a filler to me. Can anyone guess the film yet? I've sorted drifted away from the film in this chapter so I'll make a new guessing thing; can anyone guess what's happened? It might be obvious to you but it might not be… It depends on how you look at it.
Anyway, please review as it is always greatly appreciated!:)
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