Injury
Dan was at home, playing on the Xbox, when he got the call. He'd been playing Skyrim all afternoon and it wasn't until it started to get dark that he wondered where Phil was. That was when his phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, he saw Phil's face grinning at him from the screen and his name across the top as it buzzed. Pausing the game, he picked up the phone. "Hey Phil, where are you?"
"Daniel?" It was a women's voice that answered, quiet and sad.
"Yes." Dan replied, sitting up straighter. "Who's this?"
"It's Mrs Lester. Phil was hit by a car a couple of hours ago and he's in the hospital. Are you free to come down?"
"Yes, I - Of course." Dan answered, worry creeping in quickly. "Is he okay?"
"Oh Daniel, we're not sure. " Phil's mum answered.
"Will he live?" Dan asked, panicking now.
"We don't even know that. He's still unconscious for the moment and the Doctors are remaining vaguely optimistic, but still..." Mrs Lester sounded close to tears.
"I'm on my way." Dan said, hanging up. He grabbed his wallet and keys, stuffed his phone in his pocket and dashed out the door.
He hailed a cab just outside his house and told the cabbie to get to St David's Hospital stat. Dan sat in the back of the car, stressily tugging at a loose thread on his jumper and tapping his foot nervously. When he arrived, Dan chucked the money at the driver without even asking for change and briskly walked into the hospital. He marched up to the reception desk and hit the bell. A young woman chewing gum walked out of the office and gave him the once over. She smiled a wide, toothy, lipsticked grin at him, obviously pleased by what she saw. Dan noted she had pink on her teeth. "Well hello." She said coyly, "What can I do for you?" Dan should have been used to women talking to him like that (nine in ten did), but it still made him blush whenever people flirted with him while he was out. Today though, he was on a mission and ignored it. "My flatmate Phil Lester admitted here today. Could you tell me which ward he's in?"
"Sure." The receptionist and tapped her manicured nails against the keyboard. "He your boyfriend or something?" She asked, obviously trying to be nonchalant about it.
"No, he's my best friend." Dan snapped back, getting impatient. He started tapping his foot against the plastic floor and his fingers tapped on the reception desk. The receptionist didn't even try to hurry, just lazily tapped her nails on the table and blew bubbles every now and again with her gum. Dan was about to scream at her when he heard his name being called from down the hall.
"Daniel?" Dan whipped around to see Mr Lester walking towards him. He looked very tired and wan, but still held his hand out for Dan to shake. "Shall I take you up? The receptionist isn't brilliant at ten o'clock at night." An angry pop of chewing gum sounded from the young woman behind them, making Dan smile. Dan nodded and Mr Lester led him to Phil's ward on the fourth floor. It was not a private one, and there were four beds in the room with curtain divides. Phil was in the one next to the window that looked out over London. Dan looked past Mrs Lester to his best friend's unconscious body, covered in bandages and bruises, his black hair flopped back on the pillow. Dan hurried over to the boy, his eyes raking over him quickly. A drip came out of his arm and his wrist was in a cast. He was covered in bandages and had several bruises on his face that were purple blotches decorating his skin. One eye was black and he had a split lip. Trying not to panic, Dan relaxed slightly when he saw the rise and fall of the sheet over Phil's chest that showed he was breathing, although shallowly.
"Oh, Phillip." Dan said quietly.
Remission
Dan had to go home that night, as much as he didn't want to, but came back first thing in the morning to visit. Phil wasn't awake yet, but after a conversation with the doctors, Dan learnt that he had been awake during the night and would make a full, but very slow, recovery, even though they hadn't been sure at first. Dan waited by his friend's bedside until he finally woke at eleven AM. When Phil's eyes flickered open and he saw the dark haired boy fidgeting nervously in the plastic chair beside him, he closed his eyes again and said: "I'm an idiot."
Dan laughed, but the noise was tense. "Yes, yes you are. How did it happen?"
"Nothing dramatic. I just stepped out in front of a car." Phil shrugged and winced.
"What? What is it? What hurts?" Dan asked, jumping up.
"Nothing, nothing!" Phil replied soothingly, "It's just everything but blinking causes... ouch... pain."
Dan bit his lip. "Okay."
"When can I go home?" Phil asked.
"Not sure. Ask the doctor." Phil looked a little scared at that. "What?"
"They scare me." Phil replied quietly. Dan tried not to laugh, but it escaped. Phil looked a bit peeved. "Don't laugh at me. I got hit by a car." Dan immediately stopped laughing and looked very guilty. Phil rolled his eyes at his friend. "Dan, it's okay."
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(Hello, I'm back! EXAMS ARE OVER! YAYAYAY! So I'll be spending a lot more of my time writing and stuff, so yeah XD I'm acknowledging that these are kind of full of feels and quite long, so I've only put two. It kind of works better because the next couple have nothing to do with this and are actually very different. So I really hope you like these ones, I'm quite proud of them. Hee hee :) Coolio, thanks a lot guys for your reviews, they are lovely as always. 3)