Phil POV
The light. The light poured in from somewhere and spilled over my body. I groaned and pulled the covers over my head in an attempt to embrace the darkness again. As I exhaled, a warm arm snaked around my waist and I was pulled into a slim but strong torso. Glancing up, I was met with the sleepy face of my boyfriend. I smiled and leaned in to quickly kiss him before looking at the clock. Current time was 9:30 and we had to be at the interview in 30 minutes.
Hopping out of bed, I fumbled for a change of clothes before dashing to the bathroom, pausing quickly to inform Dan of the time. I watched in amusement as Dan's eyes shot open. I could hear the bed groaning as the weight quickly left it. I turned on the shower water and hopped in.
We would be late. Minorly late, but still late. Dan had skipped breakfast in favour of a shower, a fact that he might regret later. I called a cab and we got in awkwardly. We were still too tall for our own good. As the cabbie happily chatted back to us, my hand found his and I gave a reassuring squeeze. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him smile.
Then there was darkness. My ears were ringing. I could feel my heart pounding and struggled to move, but I was immobilized. Dan's hand was still in mine, and I called out his name. "Dan," I tried, but my voice was hoarse and it cracked. "Dan!" I said, a bit louder this time, shaking my hand. A deep, aching pain was rising up in the right side of my body, but I struggled against it. Staring into the darkness was making me imagine all sorts of monsters coming to get me, the monsters from my childhood nightmares. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the wetness on my cheeks. My temple was wet too, something I suspected had happened in the crash.
My head pounded and my body throbbed. Waves of pain rose up and crashed down over my head, giving me just enough time to breathe before the next one came. Suddenly I was thrown against the cardoor- to the left, I thought, and then there was no hand in mine. "DAN!" I screamed. I couldn't face this without him.
I closed my eyes and took a breath. I had to get out of here. I reached up with my right arm, which was a mistake. I heard a sharp crack, and I knew somewhere inside of me I had broken my arm. I didn't want to move my left arm. I had to believe his hand would find mine again. I had to.
But I didn't want to fight anymore. The world was fading. I could feel the shockwaves travelling down my arm and I had a crippling headache. I didn't want to move. I was so tired and the mashed seat underneath me was so soft. I closed my eyes and gave in to the darkness.