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Chapter 11: For All The Ghosts That'll Never Ever Catch Me

Phil paces the floor, Striker trotting behind him. Abi has been out for hours, and he hasn't gotten a call from her or Dan. He was determining whether he should wait it out - Dan was always one for long confrontations anyway - or if he should try and see what they're up to.

After a long battle with his conscious, he decided against going, and, instead, re-watches some Friends episodes to cheer him up. Striker settles himself at Phil's feet, as Phil munches on some cereal he had prepared half an hour ago.

Halfway through a joke that Chandler cracked at Ross, his phone rings. Phil perks up out of his daze, and quickly picks it up.

He manages to sneak a peek at the caller ID, and, to his surprise, it's Dan.

"Dan?" Phil says.

"Phil?" Dan's voice is muffled by sirens and people's screams. "Phil.Oh my goodness, I can't believe it's you. You picked up. Jesus Christ, Phil, something terrible happened, and I need you right now, as cheesy as it sounds, because I can't handle this on my own -"

Phil stands up, already beginning to dash to his room and change out of his PJ's. He puts the phone on speaker.

"Dan! First of all, what the hell, you have been missing for three days, and Abi and I were worried sick! Where were you? Why didn't you pick up when I called you countless times? The fans are worried; you haven't tweeted anything for days -"

"Look, Phil, I promise I'll explain everything, just please get down here as soon as you can. Just ask Louise if she can come over or something; she knows where the spare keys are, and she could bring Darcy if she wants to -"

"Okay, Dan, you need to stop panicking." Phil says as he slips on his t-shirt. "What's happening? Where are you? I can barely here over the sirens. And, just out of curiosity, tell me exactly why I can even hear sirens in the first place."

"That's the thing, Phil," Dan sobs loudly. "It's Abi."

Phil feels as if he skipped a breath.

'Surely it can't be bad,' Phil thinks worryingly to himself. 'Maybe she's taking selfies with the hot police guys to make Dan jealous? Nothing happened to Abi. Oh my god, what if something did happen to her, and I wasn't there? But it can't be bad...'

The panicked dialogue in his head can barely come out, and he ends up sputtering, "A-Abi? She's with you."

Phil mentally slaps himself; of course she was with him. Why is he such an idiot?

"I-I know," Dan says shakily. "We were t-talking, a-and then -"

"Dan, just calm down, you're making me stressed and I am not even there yet."

"Please call Louise and meet me at the Queen Elizabeth Hospital* now, alright?"

"Why do I need to call Louise?"

"Striker, remember?"

Phil looks over at Striker, who tilts his head, as if he was curious to know what was going on. Phil sighs, slipping on his socks - they're mismatched; who cares?

"Alright, I will be there as soon as Louise comes."

"...okay."

The phone hangs up, and Phil is forced to sit on the couch and call Louise.

"Thank you so much for coming, Lou," Phil says in a rush, kissing her on the cheek. She smiles, and Darcy hugs Phil. Louise ushers her off to the lounge, and, as Phil slips on his space jacket, Louise looks at him worryingly.

"Any time, Phil, but what is the rush?" she asks. "You were a mess on the phone."

"Apparently, something happened between Abi and Dan, and they were talking, and I don't even know the rest of the story because Dan won't even tell me, and it's been half an hour, and he's at the hospital for some reason that I still don't know of, and - "

"Phil, you're hyperventilating, calm down." Louise says, and Phil takes a few breaths.

"I just need to go. There's food in the cupboard for Striker; he has to eat in about an hour. Please stay out of the bedrooms, since there are boxes, but that message is primarily for Darcy. And feel free to order a pizza and watch a movie or something, 'right?"

"We'll be fine," Louise reassures, rushing him out of the flat. "Just please make sure she's alright, okay?"

Phil smiles wearily at Louise. "Alright. Thanks again, Louise!"

He dashes out of the flat, scrambling to get his phone and call Dan. He gets no response, and he doesn't care; he tries calling Abi, and when she doesn't respond, he begins to get a little worried.

It's raining when it gets out, and it's a bit dark. He watches as a taxi rolls beside him, and he raises his hand. The taxi pulls over, and Phil climbs in, already wet.

"Where to, bud?" The driver asks.

"Queen Elizabeth Hospital.*" Phil replies hastily. "And please make this quick."

The driver nods, and, in the middle of their journey through loud horns and traffic, the guy looks at Phil through the rear view mirror and smiles sadly.

"Whatever the problem is, sir, you'll be okay." He hesitates, before smiling and adding, "Oh, and can I have an autograph in exchange for a free drive? My daughter watches your videos; AmazingPhil, yeah?"

"Yeah," Phil mumbles, hardly paying attention as he scribbles his signature onto a tissue the driver hands him. "Though I'm not sure I feel so amazing right now."

He enters the hospital, and hates it immediately. He always felt uneasy when walking into hospitals, and this time it was no different; the people who were trying not to cry, the people reassuring others with whispers, or the typing of the receptionist who didn't want to be there - they always made him miserable.

As much as he didn't want to, he goes to the receptionist.

"Um, I'm here for Abigail Woods?" he asks timidly. "Admitted today, actually."

The women's expression didn't change when she looked at his cheeks, that were dried with tears.

"Name?"

"Phillip Lester."

"What relationship do you have with Abigail Woods?"

"I'm her best friend, m'am."

She shuffles papers. "I'm sorry, sir, but the man who admitted Abigail in had requested only family be allowed in. You can sit here and wait."

Phil's eyes widen, and all of the sudden, he is done with waiting.

"Look, miss, the man who admitted Abigail was Dan Howell, correct?"

"...yes."

"Well that man was the one who called me." Phil says, quite annoyed. "He told me to come as soon as I could."

"She was admitted quite some time ago; you're late, unless you consider 'as soon as I can' with two or three hours."

Phil just about had it with the receptionists snarky attitude.

"Listen, lady, you let me in right now, or I will happily storm right past you and find her, even if I have to tear down doors to do so. I suggest you tell me where her room is, or at least call Dan Howell, because the attitude your are showing me doesn't belong in a place that is responsible for the life of humanity, especially if you aren't acting very humane right now. So, I ask you again, where is Abigail Woods?"

His rant ends, and, admittingly, he's proud of it. The women looks baffled, and, for a minute, Phil is afraid that she'll kick him out, or call security.

"...Abigail Woods is in Room 32B; go straight, take a left, and it should be the room on the right."

He sighs in relief.

"Thank you." he squeaks.

The women raises an eyebrow, and Phil coughs, standing straighter with his hands on his hips.

"I mean, that's what I thought." he says, with a confident nod.

She just rolls her eyes, and Phil marches past the receptionist's desk, following the directions that the women had told him.

Eventually, after ordering a coffee - he was definitely going to need it, he figured - he finally reaches room 32B.

He walks in, not wanting to see what had happened, but when he does, it's even worse than he thought.

Abi lies on the bed. Her fragile breathing worries Phil, but not only that; the paleness of her skin, and the bags around her eyes make it worse. Her cheeks were sticky, and Phil comes to the conclusion that something happened to Abi and Dan.

Her hair laid over her face, and the steady heart beat on the monitor reassured him a little more.

When he turns to face the other side of the room, he smiles a little.

Dan sits there, sleeping, with his back slumped against the small couch. His face looked serene; the most peaceful he's seen on his face in days. His cheeks are stained as well, but with fresh tears, as if he has been crying all day.

Phil walks slowly to Abi, touching her cheek. He tries his best not to let a tear run down his face, but he can't help it.

"Oh, Abi," Phil whispers. "I should've listened to you. I should've went. It would've been me, not you. I'm so sorry..."

"Phil, stop blaming yourself."

Phil turns around and sees that Dan's awake. He shakily stands up, and Phil rushes to hug him tightly. Dan is a bit startled, but hugs him back, smiling a little through fresh tears that roll down his cheeks once more.

"D-Dan...I missed you so much."

"I missed you too, Phil." Dan says, smiling sadly. "The wall doesn't give too many jokes, and the flies don't have good bants."

Phil smiles, before looking at Abi.

"Car smashed into her," Dan says, noticing how Phil looked at Abi, as if he wanted answers. Phil hates the way Dan says it - as if it was just a mistake, or a one time thing. "She didn't see it coming. It was my fault; I got her angry, she said 'good riddance' and, as she was leaving, she walked onto the road a-and..."

Dan can't say anymore without breaking into sobs again. Phil rubs his back.

"It's okay," Phil reassures. "You don't have to finish if you don't want to."

Dan nods, but continues to talk anyway.

"She's fine; surgery went well. They fixed a few broken bones, and she'll be coming home with a cast. But other than that, she was fine. Doctors said it was a miracle that she only needs a cast, but they want to keep her here overnight to make sure everything is okay. She lost a lot of blood, so they're giving her that, and she's just sleeping for a while."

Phil bites his lip. "Good."

Dan plops back onto the chair, running his hand through his hair.

"Dammit, this is the worst." Dan mutters. "I'm the worst."

"Dan, don't say that." Phil says. "You're not a terrible person."

"I am, Phil!" Dan says, a little louder than he intended. "You won't believe it. If you were one of the people that saw, you'd hate me. Heck, if you were a fan, you're sure as hell not now! It was like I got possessed, and when I snapped out of it, she's walking out the door and onto the road."

"Dan -"

"She flinched, Phil." Dan says, exasperated. "She thought I was going to hurt her!"

"Dan, she'd never -"

"But I did hurt her!" Dan buries his face in his hands, letting out a loud sob. "I'll never forgive myself."

"You have to understand, Dan, that Abi is in a dark place right now. She's losing us to a house, she has something to do with her dad she was going to tell me about, and you have to realize that this is not your fault!"

"It's my fault she even knows me!" Dan bolts straight up, and Phil steps back a bit.

"It's my fault she knows my name, and it's my fault her room was filled with her things! I took her in, and I was the one who was selfish enough to keep her like a fucking pet! She could've had a different life, one where she didn't love me. But she doesn't, and now, even when she wakes up, she's going to have to live with the things I said to her. Even if I was her, I'd hate me, if that even makes any sense."

Phil sighs. "Dan, you can't possibly mean that."

"I'm a monster, Phil!" he nearly screams. "I don't deserve love, or her!"

He sniffles. "She probably doesn't even feel the same way. Or, at least, not anymore."

"You don't spell love, you feel it." Phil says logically.

"Did you just indirectly quote Winnie the Pooh?"

"I felt like that's what you needed to hear right now."

Dan laughs bitterly. "I hate myself so much."

Phil shakes his head. "Dan, don't ever say that again. It was bad enough when you said it before, but that was a long time ago. Dan, you're amazing, and don't you ever let yourself repeat what you felt when you were younger, or even in 2012 for God's sake."

"Aren't you the amazing one." Dan mutters, and Phil rolls his eyes.

"Ayyy," he says quietly, and sits down in a chair besides him.

"I'm too lucky to have both of you in my life." Dan murmurs, resting his head against Phil's shoulder.

"You're never too lucky, Dan." Phil says thoughtfully.

They looked at Abi sleeping, watching as her chest rose up and down, and how her breathing was steady. Moments of silence occurs, and Dan finally speaks up, after what seems to be an hour of watching Abi. He looks at Phil sincerely.

"I love her, Phil."

"I know you do."

Dan hesitates, before hastily adding,"...I love you, Phil."

Phil smiles, not looking up from his phone.

"I know you do."

...

Phil comes back from his coffee run, and stops at the door when he sees what's happening.

Dan's holding Abi's hand softly, as he flips through a tattered copy of an old 'Winnie the Pooh' book. It appears to be his, but when he squints, he sees the letters 'A.W' on the front page of the book. Phil smiles fondly; Dan's reading Abi her favorite book, now that he remembers it.

Dan's voice is quiet, but is strong and meaningful. Phil loves it when he reads books aloud; whether it be by himself, or when Darcy comes over. He can see why Darcy loves him so much.

"'When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,' said Piglet at last, 'what's the first thing you say to yourself?'"

Phil smiles; Dan's voice rises a bit for Piglet's voice. He smiles even more when Dan deepens his voice for Pooh's, but doesn't have to much; his voice sounds as articulate as Pooh anyway, so it didn't even matter.

"'What's for breakfast?' said Pooh. "What do you say, Piglet?'"

Dan rubs Abi's hand a bit, and Phil realizes that this is her favorite part, knowing that after Dan read that story countless times to Darcy.

"'I say, 'I wonder what's going to happen exciting today?' said Piglet."

Dan wipes a tear from his cheek, watching as Abi's expression doesn't change, like it usually does when he read the story.

"'Pooh nodded thoughtfully.'" Dan read slowly, smiling a little. "'It's the same thing' he said."

Abi opens her eyes wearily, and she sees a note by her feet.

It takes her a while to reach for it, due to the cast on her arm, but, using her good hand, she grabs it. She also notices that her old copy of 'Winnie the Pooh' was sitting besides it. Abi could swear she heard a voice read her favorite part while she was sleeping; maybe it was Dan.

She shakes her head wearily, clearing the blurred lines, and holding it to her eye level.

'We went to get some Chinese takeout. We know you want noodles and wings, so we'll remember to get you a large quantity of both. Hopefully you're reading this. We'll be back soon. We love you so much, and we hope we get to see your eyes (that was Dan, by the way). - Dan and Phil xx'

Abi smiles, and folds the note, tossing it on her desk.

Suddenly, the door opens, and Abi looks up to see a nurse pop her head through the door.

"You're awake!" she says happily. Abi nods, reaching for her glasses and puts them on with one hand.

"Yeah. I am." She doesn't want to be; she'd rather be dead if she could be honest. She stays silent.

"Well, I know it's a bit inconvenient for you, since you just woke up, but there's a visitor here for you. I told him he should wait, but he claims it's urgent. I can send him in with your consent. Is it okay if I tell him to come in, or do you want me to tell him to wait outside."

"He can come in, no worries." Abi mutters, not caring who it was; it was probably Phil or Dan, or maybe even PJ or Chris.

"Alright-y." The nurse says, smiling as she closes the door.

Abi waits a few minutes, before the door opens. She saw two policemen, and her face scrunches up in confusion.

"Come in." One of them say gruffly, and Abi knows they aren't talking to her.

Suddenly, Abi sees the person. Her eyes widen, and she adjusts her glasses to make sure she was seeing right.

She is. There, in his orange jumpsuit and silver handcuffs, was the man Abi never wanted to see again. Memories flashed through her head, and her throat went dry. The man squints at Abi, and she could see visible tears.

She isn't sure whether she should cry or scream.

"Hey, Abi." says the man at last.

Abi gulps, trying to find words to speak.

"Dad?"

*- Is not a real hospital.

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