Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I blame McFly and their hideous cover for giving me writer's block

It had been five weeks, five weeks of Phil just sitting there doing nothing. He was to have the cast taken off his hand soon; he could feel it getting stronger. The door behind him creaked open and Owen and Via came in.

"Come Phil, move it" Owen ordered, "Doctor's orders, he said that he's not fixing your hand till you eat some thing and wash"

"But Keely, she-"

"We'll take care of her, move it" Phil stumbled out of the room and heading down the desolate corridors, it had been weeks since he had left the hospital room. There were…stairs? Tottering down them, he saw an opened door, probably left open by the cleaners.

Phil was dazed, as if it was him who had been in the coma, not Keely. Home, he could barely remember where it was. All he remembered was that it was blue…or was it yellow? Maybe it was just white. Phil sighed and wondered down the nearest road.

By the time he reached his house, he had knocked on 4 other house scared about 7 people. Knocking on his door, he crossed his finger. His mother opened the door, took one look at her son and squeezed him tightly. After a warm embrace with his family and explain to them that Keely was fine and he was just coming here to eat and wash.

Phil showered and shaved, his hair no longer covered in grease. He then went downstairs where his mother had made him pizza and chips. Pim walked over to the table, ready to grab a delicious meat-feast before her mother stopped her,

"They're for Phil; he hasn't eaten in a while"

"Come on! We have hardly had this and we've been here for a year."

"No! He hasn't eaten for weeks"

Pim walked off, under her breath she grumbled,

"Maybe I should put someone in a coma and pretend I care for them so I get good food. Hmmm…that gives me an idea" Phil ran up the stairs, pushing past her brother who was on his way down.

"Phil, I've made you lots of food, I even stopped Pim from having a slice."

"No thanks Mum, I'm fine, I needa get back to the hospital"

Mrs Diffy glared daggers at her son,

"Philip Diffy, you get to this table and eat! Keely will still be there when you get back"

Phil sighed and walked over to the table, a picked up a few slices and a handful of chips. He didn't realised how hungry he was, and he scoffed down the food gratefully.

Finishing another slice, Phil looked at the clock, he had been there for 2 and a half hours!

"Mom, I needa get back to the hospital, I don't trust Keely with those two." Phil said the last few words with venom in his voice

"O.k, I'll take you now, you'll get there quicker."

xXx

"How's she doing?" Phil asked the two of them.

"Fine, same as when you left her, Phil" Via replied, "We'll go now, leave you with Keely" The two left the room rather quickly and Phil was left in his normal position next to her bed,

"Hey Keels, I'm sorry I left you, I hope those two were good to you. I was gone for a while, I got some more songs for your I-pod, I put on some songs from 'Team America', and I know you like that film, I…um, I'll put your I-pod on now, O.k?"

He turned on the rhinestone covered MP3 and pressed play. 'Ha Ha, you're dead' blasted rather loudly from the speakers. Phil quickly changed the song, not thinking it's appropriate for Keely's situation. The song Keely wrote came on, she was a good singer, and a great songwriter. He looked lovingly at her. He had gotten so used to the steady beating on the heart monitor, he knew when something was wrong- it was going haywire! Keely was no longer on life support, he could hear her breaths getting raspy and shallow.

"Oh my god! Keely!" Phil cried. She was crashing. Phil got up to look for help, but what if he didn't find anyone in time? He had to do this himself. Remembering what happened in CPR and it that episode of 'Lost', he breathed into her, and continuously whacked her chest. The heart monitor went from rapid beeping to one single flat beep. Phil knew hope was lost, and, as he desperately tried to bring her back, he breathed into her. As he pulled back, he turned it into a kiss on her cold dead lips.

"Good bye, Keels." He said before bursting into tears. He had so many miracles, he wished for another one, but none came.

Awwwwwww…sad, I know. But fear not for the story being ended, because I have a whole story line up my sleeve. Oh yeah, and part of it was Chelsea's idea. Well, I have a week off, so hopefully, I'll update more. Oh, but I want to say a HUGE thanks to all my reviewers, thank you so much, I shall give you all a BIG cyber hug .