"Is anyone here for Daniel Howell?" A deep voice asked.
Louise immediately looked up and shook the dark haired boy next to her until he awoke.
"How is he?! Is he dead?! Dying?!" Were the first words that left Phil's mouth as sprang out of his seat and speed walked over to the doctor.
The doctor smiled softly. "We aren't sure yet.. He might not want up, but we aren't giving up yet. You can see him now if you want? Follow me."
Phil's heart fell as he followed the doctor into the small room where both Dan and his father were recovering. Mr. Howell looked much better than Dan. He was sleeping soundly with a simple IV drip in his arm. Dan however.. His Dan.. He was lying in bed with multiple tubes and machines hooked up to his small and frail form.
Dan was hardly breathing, hardly alive, but still.. He was beautiful. Phil kissed his forehead while holding back tears before leaving them to rest.
Phil Lester had never been much of a drinker. That's why it was such a surprise that he ended up in a pub after visiting Dan.
"Phil? Phil Lester?!" A voice called.
A drunken Phil turned around to see his ex-boyfriend Charlie.
"Holy shit Charlie.. How long has it been?.." He slurred.
"Ever since you dumped me for Dan." He smiled, but there was a bitter tone in his voice.
"Yeah.. Sorry 'bout that.." He said, his voice heavy but trembling as Dan was mentioned.
Charlie chuckled. "So.. Why are you here? Problem in paradise?"
"Something like that.." He whispered as he downed another shot of whiskey.
"Well.. You know.." Charlie started as he sat on Phil's lap and whispered sensually in his ear. "I still love you."
Phil looked at him, eyes half closed. At that moment.. All he saw was the dark hair and chocolate brown eyes full of lust. He knew that look too well.
Charlie pressed an innocent kiss to Phil's lips and waited for Phil's reaction.
Maybe it was the fact that Charlie's eyes resembled Dan's, or maybe it was the fact that Phil was highly intoxicated, but he pulled Charlie closer and kissed him hungrily.
Charlie gripped Phil's black hair and moaned into the kiss, enjoying every minute of this. Phil was his first, and he wasn't about to let that little bitch take him away again.
Dan opened his eyes at around 1:37 in the morning. He scanned the room, obviously confused. His mum was sitting messy next to him by the bed asleep, his father was in a bed next to him, and his younger brother was sprawled out across a few plastic chairs with his headphones on. There was only one person missing.
Dan blinked a few times and weakly reached out for his mother, who woke up almost immediately.
"Daniel?.. Oh honey you're awake! Thank God.. I was so worried!" Diane Howell cried and moved a stray hair from her eldest son's face.
"Phil.. Where's Phil?.." He croaked as he tried to sit up more, immediately regretting it as he felt pain in his abdomen.
"Phil left a while ago.. I'm sure he will be back soon. Let's get some rest, hm? I'll text Phil just in case." She stated.
Dan nodded and smiled at the thought of Phil coming in and holding him tight, the thought was so serene, it sent Dan into a peaceful sleep.
Phil woke up around 6:30 in the morning to find his phone flashing a message. He was about to retrieve it when a pair of arms snaked around his waist. Dan was in the hospital.. So who..?
Phil looked over to see his exboyfriend Charlie, completely naked and covered in slimy and sticky substances. He looked down at himself and saw that he was in the same condition.
He hurt Dan.. He was unfaithful.. The only thing he could think was "way to fuck it up, Phil. Ruin the best thing that has fever happened to you."