(Dan's POV)

A coma...

The shocking news hit me and in that moment I couldn't speak, I ran for it instead, I don't give a damn about the hospital policies, I had to see him, now. I ran down the hall ignoring angry comments from doctors and paitients, I searched every single room until I came to the last one at the end. I quietly opened the door, my heart was pounding and my hands were shaking,

"Phil?" I asked, I knew it was pointless but it was mainly for my own comfort. The curtain was up and around his bed, I pulled it away and saw him lying there, so fragile looking. He looked so peaceful, almost like he was sleeping, but I couldn't look past the giant breathing tube sticking out of his mouth, helping him to breathe,

"Oh Phil..." was all I could say before I broke down, I walked over to his bed and took his hand,

"You can't leave me like this!? Please wake up, You're my best friend and you're all I have to help me through everything in my life, I...love you..." the last part was a struggle to say knowing he probably won't ever say it back. The door suddenly burst open, revealing a very angry looking Doctor,

"Hey, you can't just do that, there are hospital policies to follow!" He yelled grabbing my arm, I struggled against him, freeing myself,

"Please, let me stay! He's my best friend, I can't leave him alone!" I yelled, tears now streaming down my face, "Please..." I said once again standing by Phil's bed. The Doctor's anger turned to sadness,

"Alright, you can stay. But you do have to follow the visting hours policy, is that understood?" The Doctor asked,

"I can live with that, thank you..." I said turning back to Phil, taking his hand again and squeezing it, the door shut quietly behind him, indicating that we were alone in the room.

"Phil, you can wake up now, please I really need you." I said taking a seat by his bed. A few moments later, I felt his fingers move,

"Phil?" I asked standing up, this time his fingers curled against mine, but that sweet moment was replaced by loud choking and beeping noises as Phil fought against the tube in his throat,

"Help!" I yelled, and at that same moment two nurses came rushing in, someone gently pushed my aside and focused all their attention back on Phil,

"Philip, I need you to take a deep breathe for me as I do this, ok?" One of the nurses asked as she tilted his head back, he nodded and took a very weak deep breathe and the tube was taken out. The Nurse quickly replaced it with an Oxygen mask,

"Is he going to be alright?" I asked, finally finding the courage to speak, the nurse looked at me with a smile,

"He's going to be just fine, he just can't breathe on his own yet." She said and checked his vitals before stepping out and closing the door,

"D...Dan..." Phil said, his breathe fogging up the oxygen mask as he spoke, "I'm...sorry..." he said, tears running down his face,

"What are you sorry for?" I asked kneeling by his bed, rubbing his arm avoiding the IV line,

"For...making you worry...like this..." he said, his voice quiet,

"Don't be sorry about this, it's not your fault..." I said, giving his hand a quick kiss, he gave me one of his goofy smiles,

"I heard you...before. And...I love you, too...Dan." He said with a small laugh,

"Forever and always." I said with a smile, tears till streaming down my face.