"Dudeeee. Not funny," says Jordyn, staring at the TV. "Yes it was!" protests Phil. "Only women can say period jokes, 'cause they know the pain," she argues. "Bill Star can't say any better jokes these days, give him a break, Jordyn," I chime in, as Jordyn closes the door behind her. Bill Star is the comedian on television whom we have been listening to for 9 days. The hospital recently canceled all the good networks AND their DVR service (which means no more Buffy, unfortunately). Bill is an old man who is considered a "pioneer of comedy television" and therefore, his network wasn't cut off the hospital subscription list. Although he isn't funny, he is a lot better than telenovelas and the children's channel. Jordyn runs back in. "Commercial break?" she says hopefully. "Yup," announces Phil, swaying to the horrible theme song of "Timmy Tiger's Amusement Park". "Good, because I have your food."

Phil has lost the oxygen mask has completely regained his ability to talk and sit up by himself. Small steps, but still steps. As soon as his platter is put in front of him, I start munching on all the cheese products as a start mumbling the lyrics to the song:

Kids, get ready to have fun

Play and eat in the sun

Ride cool coasters and buy some items

All this and more at Timmy Tiger's!

"Aha! I knew you liked it!" exclaims Phil, a bright smile dancing across his face. "Please, Phil, I don't like shit," I say, as a commercial for a blender starts playing. Phil softly chuckles. He gets close to my neck, so close I can feel his breath tickling my hairs. "I know what else you don't like," he whispers menacingly and I cringe. "YA LIKE THAT, KATIE?" he laughs, pulling his fingers through my hair. "No I don't!" I say. I slide out my chair to avoid more breathing down my neck. "DAN!" shouts Phil. Jordyn snaps her head around. I look up at Phil. I've never seen him as alarmed as he is now, his eyes large and alert. I squint at him as I stand up and dust off my clothes. "What the hell, Phil?" I question, slowly sitting back into the moth-eaten chair. "Nothing" grunts Phil, waving his arm casually and turning the other direction. As soon as I walk into his gaze, he turns the other way. "I'm literally just gonna walk around the bed until you spit it out," I say, attempting to sound tough. But I just can't. His greasy black hair, his periwinkle eyes that seem to sparkle whenever I look at him, his smile that can melt your heart, his lips that seem to make you forget all your troubles as soon as they touch your own... I just can't get truly upset at Phil Lester.

I watch as a small tear lands on the cast plastering his left leg. It's grey, but Jordyn (who is really an amazing artist, by the way) decided to make a Totoro face on it, complete with a lime green leaf at the top. I crouch down so his face is level with mine. "Phil," I whisper, carefully intertwining his bruised fingers in mine. "I can't..." he mutters, ripping his fingers away and covering his face. It's looks as if Jordyn left quickly; her wallet and I.D. are still on Phil's nightstand. Slowly and cautiously I get close to his face, so close that I can feel his nose pressing against mine. So close that I can feel his tears run against my chin. So close I can hear him breathe. "Please..." I mutter. And in less than a second, I find myself deep in a kiss, grabbing the railing of the hospital bed. He loops his arms around my neck. His cast is scratchy and his body is shaking, but I could care less. In this moment, I truly realize how much I love him. Even though he is the best thing that's happened to me, I have trouble admitting everything.

I love Phil Lester.

He is my soulmate.

I'm gay.

After half a minute of kissing (37 seconds, to be exact) I pull away first. He glances up at me, those gorgeous blue eyes light up with excitement. "Truth is, I can't help thinking about it. The past 2 weeks have been horrendous for me... but for you..." He shakes his head. "I can't help imagining if we had switched places, ya know? If you were in the crash... like this," he motioned toward his body, bruised and burned and broken, "But I have horrible anxiety about it. Doctor says it's severe PTSD. I don't really doubt it at this point. Anyways... The reason I freaked out, is... well... I don't want you to get hurt. I don't want you to end like me, m'kay? I don't know what I'd do with myself, and I really don't want to add it to the list of things I think about." He fixes my hair and gives me a small kiss on the cheek before he lays down and falls asleep.

"hey, look, it's that mockingjay girl, she finally posted a chapter" -you, probably

The only reason I finished this is because I was sick today. XD Hope you have a great day (and don't forget to review, like, and follow)!