Warning: Swearing, Some triggering content such as depression, coma, car crash, cutting, crying, goodbye, M/M pairing (Which really shouldn't be a bloody warning... LET MY PEOPLE GAY, I SAY!), and a hospital.

He was sitting in that little bakery down the street with Louise, trying his very hardest not to think of Phil, not to think of anything but happy thoughts. Which was working lately, he would remain positive.
"So, Dan. How are you holding up?" Louise had been a huge help in Dan's recovery. She took him out to get new clothes and she cleaned up his apartment with him and even dusted Phil's room for him, so he didn't have to.
"I'm fine. It's getting easier to not think about him all the time. Mostly because it's been a year and a half, but it's hardest at night."
Louise nodded. "I get it. I know it's not the same, but when I divorced Matt I almost always thought about him at night. The only reason I didn't go into isolation was because of Darcy. And your YouTube channel is going great too! Five million yesterday!"
Dan grinned. "Yeah, it's great honestly. I didn't really expect my new segment to blow up so big. But it did, everyone seemed to love it."
"It's really funny, Dan! You shouldn't doubt yourself." Lousie smiled and poured them both coffee. "Are you going to make it to VidCon?"
Dan shrugged. "I-I dunno. It's a big thing, I've never been to VidCon without him... And I'd be worried that he'd wake up while I was there. But I know it'd be a huge diappointment for the fans if I didn't."
"Just do whatever makes you comfortable, sweetie. I'm sure the-" Lousie was cut off when Dan's phone started to ring.
"Sorry, just a moment." Dan picked up his phone. "Hello?"
"Hi, is this Dan Howell?"
"Yes, who's this?"
"This is St. Mercy's hospital, you were listed as one of the contacts to call when Phillip Lester woke up. We need you to come to the hospital straight away, sir."
Dan froze. Was he dreaming? Was this really happening? It was all so surreal. To be honest, Dan hadn't expected Phil to wake up, he had expected him to slip off while he was asleep, or just sleep forever. But this was completely unexpected.
"Dan?" Louise tilted her head. "Are you okay?"
"Sir? Are you still there?"
"Y-yeah I'm still here. I'm on my way..." Dan stood up. "L-Louise I have to go" Dan grabbed his jacket and practically sprinted across the bakery.
"Dan! Who the hell was that?!" Louise shouted after him, standing as well.
"The hospital! Phil's back!" And with that, he ran out the door.
He hailed a cab as quickly as possible and told him to drive as fast as he could to St. Mercy's.
"Sir? Sir, are you there?"
"Yes, I'm here. I'm on my way."
"Good. When Mr. Lester woke he asked for you personally. I think you may be important."
"Are his parents there?"
"His parents are on vacation and cannot make it in less than a week. You're the only other contact."
So no Alex, huh? Dan thought smugly.
Eventually, after what seemed like forever, Dan's cab pulled into the parking lot of St. Mercy's. And Dan ran into the lobby.
"Phil Lester?!" Dan practically shouted at the secretary. He jumped at first, but then started typing into his computer.
"Room 361, floor 8. Take a pass." He handed Dan a pass, who grabbed it and ran to the nearest elevator.
The rest was a blur. He speedwalked past each number until he finally reached it. Room 361. Dan was about to push open the door when he froze. What if Phil was sick? What if Phil was looking for his parents? What if he was disappointed to find Dan walking through the door, instead of his Mum or Dad?
There was only one way to find out.
Dan pushed open the door and saw a very pale Phil, who's hair had grown to it's 2009 length, and who looked quite skinnier that he had before.
Their eyes met, and at first Dan thought Phil didn't recognize him. Then his face broke into a grin.
"Dan!" Phil held out his arms, and you better believe Dan ran to him. He wrapped his arms around Phil's waist and shamelessly buried his face in his shoulder. Phil wrapped his arms around Dan's neck and giggled, hugging him tightly.
"I missed you, Phil." Dan muttered into the boys neck.
"I missed you too. Although, it was kinda like sleeping. I was freaked out when they told me. I started crying, I'm glad I stopped. How long was I out?"
Dan pulled away and looked at Phil's face. Phil, who he had kept one of the biggest secrets he had from until he had slipped into a fucking coma. Phil, who had pulled Dan from his depression back in 2009. Phil, who had captured Dan's heart from the moment he had appeared on Dan's screen.
"Uhm.. One year, seven months..." Dan muttered. Phil's face fell.
"Are you-... Are you kidding? It's not funny, Dan.."
"I-I'm being serious, Phil. One year, seven months."
Phil looked up at him sorrowly.
"I-I missed a whole year?"
Dan looked at the floor and nodded. He hated seeing Phil like this.
"So... I'm twenty-nine?"
Dan shrugged. "I-If you want to be..."
They stared at each other a moment.
"So... What have you been up to."
Oh god.
What has Dan been up to?
He had literally just started actually moving a couple weeks ago.
He hardly ever went outside.
The only thing that was going good with him was his YouTube.
"Hello? Earth to Dan?" Phil giggled at him. Oh how Dan missed that.
"W-What? Oh, uh. You know.. The usual.."
"Oh." Phil looked slightly disappointed.
"Yeah..."
Awkwardness filled the air.

-Tootsie