"Your friend or significant other or whatever... he's a wizard." And with that, O'Conor left the room.
"What. Is going. On." drifted on replay through Phil's head as he began breathing heavily. He was unsure when he had fallen to the floor, but he now was on his knees, his hands pressing into the cold linoleum at either side of his body, eyes glued to the fake tiles, while his brain wracked itself for answers.
"Are you okay, sir?" a worried Mrs. Steinfield asked as if she were eons away. He almost registered her continuing to speak but lost that train of thought instantly.
"How could I not have known this?... Magic is real then?..." It felt as though his thoughts were traveling miles a minute, and yet he couldn't get a strong enough grasp on any one question to work it out. His breathing eventually evened a bit and he sat up, pulling himself into his bed.
"-and it is quite a lot to take in..." said Mrs. Steinfield as her voice slowly shifted back into focus. "You know, you should be proud of your reaction and strength, most muggles wouldn't have made it and anyways Dan is a wizard so he should be fine..."
Phil let the nurse ramble on with her words of supposed comfort for a bit longer before he deemed her stay sufficient. "Thank you Mrs. Steinfield," he began, "I would appreciate it if you could leave me with my thoughts for a bit now, thank you for your help..."
"Oh..oh yes, you're quite welcome-I'll be leaving now-buzz if you need something." With that being said, the nurse left the room, closing the door behind her once more.
Phil let out a long sigh and laid back in the bed, staring at the ceiling. His thoughts were still plentiful but they had become more steady and he felt he could actually coherently think through a few...
It seemed that what bothered Phil the most was how and why he didn't know that Dan had been a wizard before the accident. As he pondered the idea of Dan as a wizard, some old memories started to resurface, memories of things disappearing and appearing in the blink of an eye, when moments before they had been somewhere completely different. He also recalled times when Dan had been upset or particularly emotional and a light had gone out or something had broken...
Actually, with a ghost of a smile, Phil remembered a time where he and the hobbit-haired Howell, otherwise known as Dan, were playing the horror video game Five Nights At Freddy's for their gaming channel on Youtube. The first time they played, Dan got scared so badly that he screamed and fell off his chair, all of the systems around them immediately shut down, especially the game itself. Later Phil found out that a few neighbors had encountered such an issue around that same time... The power came back a bit after the fallen man had calmed himself or rather, Phil calmed him, but, regardless, the previous footage had been erased when the power cut and the two had to refilm. Phil had always wondered what truly happened that night and now, he felt like it could be explained...
After some more deep thought, Phil recalled a few journeys where Dan had been driving and Phil had fallen asleep. When he had awoken, the two were almost always ages closer than the time span should have allowed although Dan always claimed there was no traffic whichwas the sole reason for the excess of covered ground. "How odd," thought Phil, "Could that be explained with this too?"...
Lost in deep thought, Phil eventually drifted off to sleep.
Moonlight sifted through the partly covered window, illuminating the bright white and a fitful Phil who was asleep on the hospital bed in room 459 Car... driving, bright... bright lights.. The messy-haired young man rolled over and his crumpled bedsheet finally fell to the floor. Accident, hospital, Dan... A sheen of sweat was covering Phil's body and his face was contorted in what seemed like pain. But..Dan...DAN. Bright but pale blue irises popped into view as Phil sat up with a start, breathing heavily. It seemed that now that he had recalled the events of the accident, he wouldn't be forgetting them...
After he had calmed down a bit, Phil couldn't himself back to sleep.
"3:13AM huh?" he said out loud to himself into the dim room. After a moment or two more, Phil decided that he wouldn't be falling asleep anytime soon.
Phil gingerly stood from his bed and stretched his bruised and sore body. Grabbing the device holding his IV and other vitals, the man drifted off and out of the room. Phil wanted to find Dan, in fact, it was all he had wanted to do since he woke up, but no one would tell him anything about Howell or his condition. He read the names outside of each door (it looked like this floor had rooms that held people for long periods of time) and crossed a few more hallways without finding any "Dan Howell" inscribed in chalk. As Phil turned the next corridor, he ran into a man. The white covered man jumped a bit in surprise, but he, bald and dressed as a doctor, quickly brought Phil back to his room. It looked like that would be the end of tonight's adventure...
Phil spent another hour or so staring outside of the window and at the ceiling in order to think some more before he finally fell back asleep.
A/N Sorry its been so longg, thank you to my readers and any suggestions/ critiques are extremely welcomed (also, I'm hoping to upload the next chapter quite soon)