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-At the hospital, in the waiting room-
"Mr. and Mrs. Howell, as I'm sure you are very confused, I'll tell you what's going on. It appears the Dan's throat has been slit, and he's been stabbed 3 times, once in the kidney, once in the thigh and once in the upper arm. We're not sure what happened, but he was found next to Phil Lester, who also had several stab wounds, and Chris Kendal, who was found beaten up severely."
"Is my child okay?!" Mrs. Howell yelled.
"Daniel is alive, to say the least. He is stable as of now, but we aren't sure when he will wake up, and we aren't entire sure if he will."
"My CHILD!" Mrs. Howell wailed.
The doctors walked over to Phil's parents.
"Phillip is also in stable condition. He has been stabbed in the groin, but he is alive and well. He currently is awake, but demanded he saw nobody except for Dan."
"I KNEW THAT LITTLE-"
"Calm down!" Mr. Lester said, putting a hand on Mrs. Lester's shoulder.
"I'm very sorry for this tragic event." The doctors said, and calmed walked away.
-In Phil's room-
Phil sighed. His whole lower half throbbed. He regretted everything he had ever done to associate with Chris. He had ended up hurting Dan more than anyone else, in fact, Dan might be dead because of him. Phil tried to sit up, but couldn't. It hurt too much. He hit the nurse button on the side of his bed. A nurse came in, moments later.
"I want to see Dan."
"Phil, dear, we already explained this. Dan isn't awake, and isn't allowed visitors, and besides, we can't move you either." The nurse said, calmly.
"I. Want. To. See. DANIEL!"
"No, dear."
"I WANT TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND!"
"No, Phillip. Do you need any assistance?"
"I JUST WANT TO SEE HIM! CAN'T WE HAVE A COMBINED ROOM OR SOMETHING? GIVE ME A WHEELCHAIR!"
"Phil, I'm going to leave now."
"NO!"
The nurse walked out of the room and Phil screamed, slamming his hands down on his bed. He yelled louder and louder, bringing in 3 more nurses. Phil yelled Dan's name, and yanked the IV out of his arm. A nurse sighed, and sedated him as the world slowly faded back into a soft sleep.
"It's me, Phil! Dan, it's me!" Dan said, cheerily.
"You can't be... you're not awake, you might be DEAD!"
"No, Phil! I'm not dead, I promise. I'm recovering. I'm visiting you through this dream, and you're sleeping. It's okay, Phil. I love you!"
Dream Dan walked over to Dream Phil, and wrapped him in a hug. Somehow, neither of them had injuries in this dream.
"I love you, too, Daniel, and I'm so sorry for all of this. I didn't mean it."
"I know you didn't, and this wasn't your fault."
Phil rested his head on Dan's shoulder and inhaled. Dan smelt like coffee and vanilla, a scent Phil would never forget. He gently heard Dan's heart beat steadily, until Phil drifted back off into normal sleep.
-Dan's room-
Dan opened his eyes. The sharp white room was blinding and very blurry. Dan shut his eyes again, as a headache spilt across his forehead. His... well, everything hurt. He groaned, trying to breathe through his mouth, but that hurt, too. He tried to lift his arm up to his throat, but he couldn't. He could barely breathe, let alone move. Shockingly, he remembered everything that had happened, before his throat was slit anyway. The only thing he wanted to do is see Phil. His hand limply trailed over a button and hit smashed it down, as a doctor suddenly ran in.
"Daniel! You're awake!"
Dan opened his mouth to try to say Phil's name, but he couldn't. Nothing came out, just a slight breath of air. He tried again, and again, and again, and finally the 5th time, managed to choke out something.
"Ph...Ph...Phi...Phil."
It was barely a whisper, but he got it out.
"Hmm?" The doctor pulled out a piece of paper and a pen.
"Here, write it down, instead."
Thank god it was his right arm that got stabbed. The doctor attempted to put the paper to his right hand, but laughed and moved it. Dan didn't find it funny.
"I'm sorry!" He chuckled.
Dan scribbled Phil on the paper, and the doctor looked at it.
"Phil? You mean the boy who was brought in with the groin wound?"
Dan tried to laugh but it hurt so much to even breathe deeply. Dan weakly nodded.
"I'll see if he came come in with a wheelchair."
Dan closed his eyes, and focused on his breathing. He hated feeling so hopeless and defenseless. So weak and dependent. This was going to be a long recovery...