Don't kill me for lack of uploading. I can explain. And will at the end.

*PHIL POV*

Soon enough Dan and I arrive at the hospital. I can no longer process anything going on. All I know is I'm in a foreign room in Dan's arms. There is no longer any tears to spill across my cheeks, so I sit in silence, not thinking. Just drawing a blank.

There are other people around me. I do not know them. I wonder why they're here. Are they in just as much shock as I am? Are they numb to the pain or has it hit them like a freight train?

After a while, a man in scrubs walks out of a door in front of me. There are signs. OR, ER, ICU, NICU, some of them read. The man seems upset, and I start to wonder why. I can't get my voice to work so I say nothing and wait to see what the man does.

"Phil Lester? Is there a Phil Lester here?" I was laying across Dan's lap, and I felt him sit me up, but still supporting me. Dan speaks for me.

"Yes, this is Phil. Sir, he's in so much shock right now that I do not think he can properly process what's going on." The man raised an eyebrow at Dan.

"Dan Howell. Phil's boyfriend. As I said, he's in a significant-"

"Dan," I finally found my voice. "It is fine. Let me handle it." Dan had absolute fear in his eyes but sat down hesitantly. The doctor had a grim look on his face, and that made me nervous.

"Phil, your father is in critical condition. We aren't sure how long he has, or if he will even make it through the night.

"As for your mother," the doctor looked down slowly and ran his hand through his graying hair. "As for your mother, she's on the verge of death. She has a few minutes at best." The doctor kept his eyes on the ground.

After what seemed like eternity, I stood up, finally gathering myself and bringing myself back to reality.

"We would like to see my parents."

"Sir, I don't think that's the brightest idea-"

"No. I said, we would like to see my parents. Now." I used a stern voice, no longer tolerating this man. He dug his ID out of his pocket and motioned for us to follow him. He walked through many corridors that I could have never memorised. We finally reached a room, and the doctor opened the door for us.

I had to literally push myself into the room. As much as I wanted to see my parents one last time, I couldn't bear the thought of them dying right before my eyes.

In front of me were two beds. On the two beds were people I barely recognised by appearance. My parents looked awful.

My mother stirred slightly.

"P-ph-Phil…" she murmured. I briskly walked over to her and grabbed her hand.

"Mum...don't worry. I know you're in pain, and if you need to let go... I know you'll always be with me." My mother smiled slightly.

"Phil... I love you so much. D-Daniel...take care of my son, will you?" She barely managed this sentence before she closed her eyes. By her a machine began a long drawn out beep.

She was gone.

Again. I can explain. There's this thing (that I hate at the moment) called secondary school. I despise it. We've been creating our schedules for next year recently, and I've been busy training for spring sports.

And I went to a Panic! At The Disco concert on Saturday night. I FREAKING HUGGED BRENDON URIE. AND HELD HIS HAND. I'm still freaking out. Oh mah lord.

So here's an announcement. I'm no longer going to be using song quotations in my works UNLESS it is requested or I find one that will go with the chapter I write. I thought it would help my work but honestly it's not.

I just got a new drawing tablet! Which is also one of my excuses. But I think once I get better at it I will make my cover arts for my fictions myself.

Like, share, review, etc. Remember the drill?

I think that's all I wanted to say.

So yeah. Hopefully I'll write more often now. Bye lovelies ❤