Hey there, still struggling to type and it has slowed everything down, and school work is slowly getting bigger and bigger each day, but I am going to stick to my plans, and in fact going to start uploading at 7Pm instead of 8pm, making it easier to get home and get things done.

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Chapter 10

Phil felt sick.

Numbness drowned his body as he clambered into the car of a taxi. He could not feel his pain anymore.

Lights flashed by, it was daylight. Phil could not comprehend the world around him. It was just a blur.

This could not be happening.

The only real feeling inside him was hope. Phil did not know what he was going to see. Nor did he want to think of that. Over the phone, they had not been given much hope or help. There was no understanding what the next few hours could hold. It was like a game. Or a gamble. The chances where there, however fair. Yet the odds could be in your favor, yet they may not.

It was win or lose.

Pain and loss, versus hope and gain.

They would not appear until proven, and it would take ultimate determination to face the facts.

Although Phil had been so hopeful in the last few days in order to fuel his capability to go on, now was the moment where he realise that chances where thinning, and he had maybe been too optimistic about everything. Hope was running out, and he could do nothing about it. Reality had hit at the last moment, and now it seemed all too real to be true. I just couldn't be.

Within moments, they were both in the familiar hospital halls, Phil going as fast as he could, slipping and falling, finding the right ward in which they were asked to go to. He really began to feel sick, as his stomach jumped. Thoughts began to pour into his head, but he shut them out. He couldn't think that way.

PJ pushed a heavy looking door wide open and pulled Phil through. Unlike Phil, PJ had become more hopeful that something good would actually happen. For days there had been nothing, and now there was the chance that everything could change. Dan could be okay, life could become normal again. Not just for Dan and Phil, but for him too; PJ would stop blaming himself for what happening. He felt that he could have done more, but didn't. Now he could see that it wasn't so bad.

He couldn't have been more wrong.

They ran, or limped, to the small cluttered desk, where a young man was seated. When he glanced over, he immediately stood up and moved towards them in a swift movement. He carried a large file under his arm, and wore the light blue uniform.

"Are you looking for someone?" He asked politely, glancing at Phil's leg, which was still in its suffocating brace.

"Yeah, ummm... someone called earlier and told us to be here." The man didn't look any more aware of what was happening. "We're here to see someone called Dan Howell."

And suddenly they were led straight from the open ward, through some doors until they reached a room, tucked away in the corner. Before they entered the room, the doctor gestured towards the chairs along the wall

"Wait here, I'll be just a moment, there's someone who wants to see you first."

They both sat down, and stared at the wall ahead of them.

"You know, Phil, it can't be serious... they wouldn't take us here if..." PJ stopped there, knowing the next phrase wouldn't help, but it didn't go unnoticed.

"If what?" Asked Phil, voice as cold as stone.

"Nothing, it doesn't matter." Replied PJ, realising his mistake.

"Tell me, what was you going to say." His voice icy.

"I didn't mean anything by it, just didn't realise that I was going to say it. We are in a hospital, not a morgue. It's not what you're thinking." He realised that he must have sounded horrid to Phil, but his eyes remained the same. There was a long awkward silence where neither of them knew what to say.

"I'm sorry," Said Phil, "I'm just feeling a little stressed really."

"I understand, don't be sorry. I probably should have worded it better."

"It's not your fault either..."

Neither of them spoke again, until the doctor came back, followed by another man in a suit. He had the appearance of a man who was in charge, from the way he dressed to the way he walked, this was the man who was here to talk.

"Hi, would you two like to come through to my office?" As if he held a deep secret, the man spoke in a calm and reluctant voice, but almost reassuring. Phil felt confused.

"But... aren't we here for... to see-"

"Yes, but I think it would be... wise to discuss the circumstances first, with respect to how you are feeling right now, it might help with understanding both of your current situations." This man looked down for a moment at both of them, who looked completely taken aback from the piece of useless information they were just told. "Why don't we head to my office now, and I can talk everything through."

Moments later Phil found himself sat inside a very big office, with the weak sunlight pouring through the windows guarded with bars. The were some pretty plain pictures dotted along the wall, and a clear desk, where the man sat. On his badge, PJ noticed that it said 'Consultant Phillips'.

"I know these last few days have been confusing, and I wont tell a lie; they're about to get even more confusing," Phil and PJ glanced at each other "but I come with both good and bad news."

"The good news is, we do have someone here, who we believe to be Dan Howell."

"Wait," interrupted PJ, feeling heat rise to his head "you say someone... you mean to say that you don't know who this person is? That there's a chance it might not be Dan?" It looked straight In the consultants eye, who shifted uncomfortably and tried to turn his attention to Phil, who was glaring to his feet.

"Well yes, and no. Let me explain; this man who we have, he was found in damp clothing, and from the report I received, you were near water, and if Dan was not found in that area, I am almost certain that he would have fell into the water. Thus telling us that he would have been pulled a short distance before finding some refuge. Am I correct so far from your perspectives?"

They both nodded.

"Furthermore, the description we received of Mr. Howell is a very close match to the man we took in a few days ago." Phillips did intend to carry on talking, but he was cut short.

"Why has it took so long to identify him, if he was found days ago?" It was the first time Phil had spoken since being in the room. His voice was weak and shaking; this was not what he was expecting at all.

"Good observation, but when this man came in, he was not in a very good state, he had many contusions and cuts. We couldn't have recognized him if he had known him personally. It's taken a couple of days because we wanted to focus on the more serious problems first, before clearing the less serious injuries."

He looked down at his hands momentarily, before sighing and standing up, to the surprise to PJ and Phil, who had not seen any obligation to follow.

"Before I can go on, I need to know if it really is who we think he is. I cant tell you anything more if you don't know him. I'm going to take you through now, I need you to be prepared for it though, as it may be quite a shock for you." He opened the door, and waited for them both to exit before making his way back to where they were waiting before; right next to the door.

They hadn't taken much notice of this door when they were waiting, because they hadn't any idea of what it might hold. It didn't seem an interesting door, anything with significance, because of his lack of windows for viewing, with the only one being a windows on the door, with a dark tint to block out others lives.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Questioned the Professor. He gave Phil and PJ a sense of uncertainty, but they would have to face this some time. They both nodded. "Okay, I just need to know if you him..."

So with a sense of uncertainty, and a stomach of nerves, they both looked at each other.

PJ and Phil stepped into the room, holding their breath.