Dan reached over to his camera and hit record.
"Hello, inter-" he said as his coffee mug slid off of his desk. He groaned in frustration; now he had to clean up the rich, dark liquid pooling around his feet.
He picked up the mug and stared at it. The once joyous face of his best friend, Phil, now had a giant crack down the middle. A scowl formed on the handsome man's face; that had cost him five whole pounds! Angrily, he walked out of the room and set the mug on the kitchen counter. Clutching a few paper towels, he entered his room, and began to clean up the mess, not bothering to shut the door. Phil was out, getting some props for a skit. He continued to clean up the mess until he was satisfied. There was still a dark spot on his grey carpet, but he didn't want to waste any more time on the spill. He threw away the soiled tissues, then shut his bedroom door.
Just as he was about to hit record once again, he heard a knock at the door. Why can't I record in peace? He thought. He left his room and opened the door to the apartment. Phil smiled nervously, his blue eyes sparkling.
"I forgot my keys," Phil started to speak.
"I can tell," Dan replied sarcastically. "Can't I just have one moment to record a video without anything disrupting me?" Phil nodded. He could tell that Dan hadn't had a good morning.
"Tell you what, how about I go make lunch while you record your video?" Phil said, a smile on his face.
"Fine," Dan said, pouting. "But don't burn the building down." Phil chuckled and went to the kitchen, setting down the bags he had gotten from shopping. Dan went back to his bedroom, his face turning red. He hadn't meant to snap at Phil, but what was said, was said. Third time's the charm, he thought as he sat in his chair. As he reached forward to hit the record button, he heard a loud thud from the kitchen. He stood up, startled. What did he do? Dan opened his bedroom door for the third time and hurried to the kitchen. "Phil, I leave for five minutes-"
Phil lay on the floor, his normally pale face chalky white. Dan, hands trembling, grabbed his friend by the wrist, and felt a weak pulse. Phil's breathing was quiet and shallow. Dan pulled out his phone, and dialed 999.
"Hello, this is dispatch, what is your emergency?" A young woman's voice asked.
"Uh, my best friend, he collapsed or something, he isn't breathing that well and-" Dan heard his voice break.
"Sir, where are you?" The woman inquired. Dan told her the address, and she told him that an ambulance would be there shortly. What happened next was a blur. Tears slid down his face, soaking his black T-shirt. He fell to his knees, bawling, as EMTs loaded Phil onto a stretcher. He was inspected by another EMT.
"Please, make sure he's okay," Dan whispered.
"I'll do my best," the EMT replied. Then he left, and Dan was left alone.
_Sorry for the cliffhanger! This was my first fanfic, so sorry if it sucks!I'll probably update this next week, if I have time.Please review!-Ember