Sorry that it has been a while! Here's the third chapter!

Phil's POV:

Sitting in that chair in that hospital waiting for that stupid beautiful boy to wake up is one of the most stressful and terrifying times in my life. What would I do if it turned out that he had severe brain damage and had to be on life support? What would I do if he never woke up? What would I do if he woke up and didn't remember me or couldn't talk or was heavily impaired?

In all honestly, I would have either intentionally killed myself or have just drunk myself to death.

The nurses and even the doctors tried to get me to leave, but I was half incoherent and just kind of stayed put and they left me out of pity.

Fortunately, that beautiful boy woke up. Unfortunately he decided to do it during the single hour that I chose to sleep before sitting there and obsessively watching him again. I wish it had been more obvious that I loved him, not just that I wanted to snog him senseless. Not that I didn't want to do that, too, but if he had woken up while I was holding his hand and anxiously awaiting his return to consciousness, then it might have been more obvious how deeply I care for him.

Dan woke up. I didn't notice. Dan said my name. I didn't think it was real.

There was a split second after Dan said my name where I woke up and just stared at him. He WAS awake. He HAD said my name. I wasn't dreaming!

I also wasn't thinking clearly. The first thing that I thought was, "Oh, thank god. Couldn't have gone on without him," then, "I love him," then I stopped thinking. Before I was totally aware of what I was doing I was on top of Dan on the hospital bed, kissing him. He would later inform me that I looked him in the eyes, then looked at his lips, then jumped up and kissed him. Not too much to decipher, other than that had obviously been pent up for a while.

When I finally realized what I was doing I froze. How could I have kissed Dan? How could I have climbed into bed with him? Why am I on top of Dan? Most importantly:

Why is Dan kissing me back?

I honestly thought this man liked women, judging by how many he has brought home or gone out to meet. I never even thought that he was remotely interested in men, let alone me.

He was kissing me back, though. Is he dreaming? Does he think this isn't real or that I'm some girl? I wasn't really in a position to just kinda stop and chat for a bit with him, but I had to know. I got up and sat next to him on the bed. We didn't say anything for a few minutes, and I realized that I was holding his hand.

"I am happy you're not dead."

Oh my god. I can't believe I said that. Biggest facepalm ever. I am so awkward. Not exactly the romantic serenade that I wanted. I guess his, "Haha, I gathered," was to be expected though.

"I love you," was all that I could say in response. Looking back, that wasn't the best time, nor the most coherent response to the conversation, but hey, it was spontaneous.

Now I just had to wait for the rejection.

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