Phil could hear Dan, but he couldn't do anything. He tried to open his eyes, move his hand, anything to let Dan know he was still there, still fighting, but he was too far under. Phil felt himself slipping, and fought harder to stay, for Dan. The argument aside, Phil loved him. But unfortunately, love couldn't fix everything. It couldn't fix him.

"Phil, please." Dan whispered, feeling for a pulse again. His heart leapt. It was weak, but it was there. "Phil? If you can hear me, squeeze my hand, anything." Nothing. He didn't know what to do, he'd done all the he could. He sat, by Phil's side, waiting for the paramedics, holding his hand, stroking his hair. He was still bleeding. Dan wondered how much it hurt, whether Phil was in pain. Gently releasing Phil's hand, he curled his hands into fists, his nails digging into his palms, drawing blood. If he ever found who did this, he would make them pay. Make them hurt. It was the least he could do for Phil. Revenge.

Dan paced the hospital corridor, waiting for news. It had been hours since they'd arrived, and he hadn't been allowed to see Phil. Sitting down, he rested his head in his hands, praying. He wasn't religious, but he thought that if there was a God, and he let Phil be okay, that he might be. He'd never ask for anything else again, but he couldn't lose him. Not again.
"Daniel Howell?" Dan's head snapped up, to see a young doctor walking towards him. "You can go and see him now." A tight knot formed in Dan's stomach as he slowly followed, along corridors, around corners, up lifts, eventually coming to a small white room. The man gestured to the door. "He probably isn't awake. But if he is, he's probably in pain." Dan flinched and nodded slightly, before resting his hand on the door handle and turning it, pushing the door open slightly and peering in. Phil was asleep, and the steady beep of a heart rate monitor was audible. Lying there, covered in cuts and bruises, he looked so vulnerable, and Dan would have thrown himself in front of a hundred bullets to protect him. Slowly and quietly so as not to wake him, he shut the door behind him and went to sit by Phil's side.

Something wasn't right and Phil couldn't put his finger on what it was. The first thing he was consciously aware of was the fact that this wasn't his bed, and then after a few short seconds, a burning pain in his chest, and aches and pains all over his body. For a moment, he panicked, he couldn't see, his vision black, until he remembered to open his eyes. He blinked a couple of times, the artificial light of the room hurting his eyes, until he was used to it. He looked around the room, the white walls, and the clean and sterilized smell. Hospital, he decided. That would explain the pain. He looked to his right. Dan. Asleep. Holding his hand. He shifted slightly to try and comfortable, and Dan's eyes instantly opened.

"Phil." Dan whispered, feeling himself tear up and break out in a smile. "You're awake." Phil nodded, also feeling his eyes fill with tears that silently spilled over.
"You came. You found me." Phil said. Dan gently pushed Phil's hair back from his face so he could look him in the eyes.
"Of course I came. You really think I could leave you?" He gently wiped Phil's tears away with his thumb, feeling a few of his own slide down his cheeks. Phil could only smile weakly in response, and then shook his head. Everything was alright in the end. Dan had found Phil, he was going to be alright. Phil winced and he tested the extent of his injuries by trying to move his limbs, biting his tongue to stop himself crying out. This didn't go unnoticed by Dan, who frowned and then leaned in to kiss his hair. "How badly does it hurt?" He asked. Phil gave no response, making Dan frown even more. "Go to sleep, Philly. You'll feel better when you wake up." Phil smiled at the use of the nickname. Now Dan mentioned it, he was tired. Closing his eyes, Phil fell asleep to Dan softly stroking his hair and whispering words of comfort.