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Phil's POV

The beeps, and buzzes, and other obnoxious tones seemed to drone on for hours. The darkness has gone from a blinding light to what is now so dark that it is almost painful. Pain is my only sensation; an endless pain that I cannot find a source or location of.

There is something else there though. It is hard to grasp, but I find it. It is my hand in someone else's. It is warm. It is loving. It is happy. I like it. I fight for it in my mind. The other's hand moves up my forearm slightly. One of the consistently beeping noises sped up. It must be a heart monitor.

I hear a tiny laugh and attempt to open my eyes. All I see is bright white for a while. The hand tightens its grip. My eyes adjust, and all I see is a pair of brown eyes. The eyes are warm, just like the hand. They are looking at me inquisitively. The face backs up and I see a beautiful boy still staring at me. His face feels familiar, but I can't place it.

"Phil?" He calls.

I blink at him a few times. "Me?"

He smiled. "Well you are the only Phil here, aren't you?"

"I…I guess."

"How are you feeling?" He asked me.

"I'm a little sore. I'm sorry… Who are you?"

His face turned to a stoic expression. I saw tears begin to well up in his eyes. I instantly felt terrible for making him sad, but I really did not know who he was. He seemed to shake it off with a bit of laugh. "What do you mean?"

"I'm really sorry…"

"Phil. It's me, Dan." He looked a little perturbed. "You don't remember me?"

"I… I don't remember anything," I stuttered.

Dan looked sadly at me and told me to wait. He got up from his seat and got a doctor.

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Dan's POV

I just don't understand. Is it some kind of stress thing? Is it a joke? Did he hit his head harder than we thought?

The doctor came out and told me what was happening. He said that Phil had temporary amnesia. Apparently his complete memory was gone for an undecided amount of time.

I had to hold back the urge to cry. We had been together for such a short time, and now he couldn't remember anything. I needed to not be selfish though, the doctor said he was sure his memory would eventually come back.

"Hey," I said as I walked back into the room.

"Hey," he said. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry about." I gave him a smile. "The doctor said you will eventually remember things again. Plus I am going to help you."

"You're going to help me?"

"Of course. What do you want to know first?"

"Well, I guess how do I know you?" He bit his lip.

I gulped and nodded. "We have been like best friends for over five years. And, well, for about a week and a few days, you have been my boyfriend." I bit my lip awaiting his reaction.

"Oh…" he looked down at his hands.

"We were on our way home; you see we decided to be flat mates a few years ago before we got together, after the best date ever. There was a car in the wrong lane. It hit us. I managed to get away unscathed, but you were unconscious."

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A few hours later, we were eating in Phil's hospital room. The doctors wanted to keep him for a few nights in order to make sure nothing would go wrong. I was fine with it, just as long as I could stay. I was absolutely no going to leave him in the hospital alone.

Phil was still quite shy around me, which I understood. As long as he was near me I was fine, even if that meant waiting a long time before I could kiss him again.

I had told Phil about our YouTube channels. He would probably watch some videos later. It was strange. I could have sworn some fan had sent us a story they wrote that was so similar to this. A car crash and amnesia. I think I had been the one who had lost their memory in that one, though.

"You should go home," Phil said, peering at me over a glass of water.

"No, I don't want to leave," I said.

"Dan, you don't have to stay here all night for me."

"I know I don't. I want to, so I am," I grinned. "You get some sleep though. I am going to go ask the nurses for an extra pillow. Promise me you'll try to sleep?"

"Sure, thanks, sorry," he said.

"Stop apologizing," I giggled.

I left the room and walked down the hall a bit. I came to a wall, which I slid down onto the floor. I began to cry.

"Mr. Howell?" I nurse asked, crouching down next to me. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I am just stressed out," I mumbled.

"Well I can understand that."

I didn't want to start causing a scene. "It's okay, I'm probably just tired. Do you have an extra pillow?"

"Sure, of course." She grabbed one from a nurses' station. "If there's anything else you need, let me know."

I nodded and headed back to the room where Phil lie, completely asleep.

XXXXX

Three days of being in that hospital were finally over. Phil was no less shy around me, but we needed to go home. I had the doctor's number to call in case anything got bad, but hopefully nothing would.

"Are you ready to go home?" I asked Phil, who was packing away his laptop that I had brought after stopping home for five minutes. He had watched a lot of our videos, but nothing had really clicked his memory back yet.

He sort of nodded. "I guess I'm just a little nervous," he stated.

"I can understand that," I said. I picked up my bag and slung it over my shoulder. "It will be nice to be somewhere other than a hospital though, won't it?"

I started to reach for his bag at the same time he did. Our fingers grazed slightly, and he jerked away nervously. The action bothered me, but I knew I couldn't miss a beat. I threw it over my other shoulder and nodded toward the door. "Let's go."

We walked out to the cab, which made me nervous, but I didn't show it. We slid in and began our ride back to our flat. Phil nervously played with his fingers.

About seven minutes later, we pulled up outside. I couldn't wait to get back to our flat. I felt in desperate need of a long sleep in my own bed.

We walked, side by side up to our flat.

"Ready?" I asked a still shaken Phil. He nodded, and I opened the door.

I flipped on the lights, and everything lit up. I smiled contently at our home.

"This is where we live?" He asked.

"Yep," I said walking in and setting our stuff down on a table.

"It's awesome. I love it. Hey I saw this in a video!" He walked around exclaiming.

I leaned up against the couch and watched him with a grin. I wish he could remember, but right now he looked so adorable. He was amazed at the things we had received from fans, and was awestruck by the randomness of some of the things that we had bought to decorate our flat.

I eventually showed him to his room, which he smiled at. He jumped onto his big bed, commenting about how much he had loved the duvet in his videos.

We both went to sleep in our separate rooms.

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Two weeks passed, and slowly Phil had finally warmed up to me. It was like starting over as friends, but at least now he would sit by me. He had a few memories pop into his head about the most random things, like the two of us making enchiladas or something.

He was still awkward at times around me, but I understood. I just wanted him happy. I also wanted him to remember.

Hey, I know I turned it into what a lot of fics are like, but I hope you are enjoying! Please review it up because I love reviews! Bye for now! ~Lexi~