Chapter 2
AN: I just want to thank everyone for the reviews/follows/favourites. YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH THAT MEANS TO ME! *dies*
I'm being guided back to my room by a nurse after my first round of cryotherapy. It wasn't that bad, to be honest; I was out cold the whole time, and there's only a tiny incision above my kidney. I just feel a bit funny, but I came round several hours ago, and I'm fine, although I'm not going to be bouncing off of walls any time soon.
As the nurse opens the door of my room and I step inside, I notice two figures sitting by my bed.
"You have visitors," the nurse smiles as she closes the door behind me.
I'm just thinking how I really do not want to have to deal with people right now, when I notice who they are. It's Dan and Phil. Again. The embarrassment of a few days ago comes flooding back, and I can feel my face turning bright red. I lean against the wall to steady myself. Maybe I don't feel as fine as I thought.
"Oh, Look, about yesterday, I'm really sorry, I uh, I guess I should've, I mean, I didn't mean to-"
Phil stands up and cut me off.
"Tessa, it's fine, really. We just thought we should explain to you what happened. We love all our viewers, and we're really sorry we couldn't meet you properly," Phil explains.
I take a deep breath, sit down on my bed, and Phil resumes his position in his chair. I'm not sure how I have refrained from screaming and hugging them yet, but I intend to keep it that way.
"Oh, uh, thanks. Wait, how do you know my name?" I reply, surprised.
Phil taps the side of his nose, knowingly. I know that they've probably got it from the hospital records or the receptionist or something, but I don't really want to push it, because of what I saw yesterday. I don't feel quite comfortable around them yet, and I get the impression that the feeling's mutual. It's probably also partly because I'm emitting crazed fangirl vibes. I mean, freaking Dan Howell and Phil Lester are in my room! I'm still not sure quite how that has happened.
Dan hasn't really spoken, or even looked at me yet, which seems a little out of character from what I've gathered from his videos, but he stands up now and walks over to me. He sits next to me on my bed and looks me directly in the eyes. I stare back, a little unsure what to do, when Dan starts to speak.
"I'm sorry, I was a mess yesterday. Um, well, basically my parents died in a car crash last year. I didn't want to post a video about it straight away, because it was too… fresh, in my mind, I guess. I've been putting it off ever since then, but maybe people do need to know," he says.
He's looking at the floor, and fiddling with hands, so I guess he's finding this conversation as awkward as I am. I just nod. I can't imagine how hard it must be for someone to lose both parents.
"Phil and I sometimes come here to help out, y'know, read to kids and stuff," he says, awkwardly.
I think he's embarrassed, but the pair just seem to become more and more perfect.
"And there was this girl. She'd been in the car with her parents, and she was the only survivor. She's an only child, like me, and she doesn't have anywhere to go and-"
His breath hitches as a tear trickles down his cheek. The sight of someone I idolize so much falling apart in front of me is too much. I wrap my arms around him and pull him towards me. As he starts to sob, he wraps his arms around me too.
