Hi! So a little birdie told me that you guys liked this story and wanted another chapter. So here I am to deliver that. ^_^
Phil's P.O.V
I could hear voices, but they were very distant. What happened? Did I actually fall off the bridge?
I mean I thought someone, Dan I assume, had grabbed me and lay me down. I'm not dead though. I have feeling in my body, I just can't move. I feel as though I'm weighed down. Hang on; I think I'm in a hospital. I can smell disinfectant. The voices are getting clearer too. I can't handle this anymore. I open my eyes and am instantly blinded. Once my eyes are adjusted to the light I look around the room. I am in a hospital. I see Dan too. He looks like he is talking to someone, a doctor or a nurse. Then he comes over towards where I am laying.
"Hey, Phil. How are you feeling?"
"Uhh, I'm okay. My head hurts though."
"Oh, yeah. Um here, the doctor left some medication for the pain."
I swallowed the pills, washing them down with water.
"What happened?"
"Well, there was a giant gust of wind as you were stepping down, I leaped forward and grabbed your waist, stopping you from falling. Unfortunately you hit your head and were knocked unconscious. So I called an ambulance and took you to the hospital."
"Thanks. For that and for earlier on the bridge. Did you really mean that or were you just saying that?"
"I honestly meant it. Also, and you can say no if you want, but the doctor said that you have to be around someone you trust and who can look after you for a few days. To help you look after your head, and just in case you lose consciousness again. So I was wondering if you would like to stay over at my house. Unless of course you have someone who can look after you…"
"No, I don't have anyone. At all actually. I would love to stay over at your house and long as it's okay with you. I don't want to be a burden."
"It's fine, really. It wouldn't be a burden at all. It's just me in the apartment. I would love to look after you for a couple of days, you're awesome and we can have a lot of fun, within restrictions of course. I don't want you to get hurt."
"Thank you. This is the nicest I have ever been treated in my life."
"Well that's wrong. It's no problem."
We waited a couple of hours, then the doctor came and said we could leave, after handing me my medication and grilling both me and Dan with rules of what I can do. Then we left for his apartment. I really hoped that Dan and I would become friends. No one has treated me nice before.
