The Wrong Way Around [Phan]

Chapter 27

Phil's Pov

After those few bites of my sandwich, I had automatically begun to feel sick. For a minute there I actually thought I was going to throw up.

What was wrong with me?

I got up and went to get dressed, leaving Dan to clean up the food I had left. I opened the door to my room and went to pick out an outfit.

But something seemed... wrong.

Ignoring the task of getting dressed for a moment, I started to search for the problem. After finding nothing, I continued changing.

But it still didn't feel right. What could possibly be...

Hisssssssssssssss

What was that? I heard a strange hissing noise, but I had no idea where it was coming from. Now using the sound to guide me, I searched my room again. I soon found what I was looking for.

Inside one of my drawers, a small grey object was hissing and smoking in the corner. As soon as the drawer was opened, a cloud of white quickly spread throughout my entire room.

Eyes watering, I noticed s piece of paper next to the whatever-it-was.

Now finding difficulty breathing, I pulled out and unfolded the small sheet.

All I saw before the world faded to black were the initials at the bottom of the page.

E. J.

Who could that be?

Dan's Pov

I had just finished cleaning up after lunch when I heard a thump coming from Phil's room. An instant feeling of panic (at the disco) clouded my senses. I rushed to his room to see what had happened, and was greeted by a wall of some strange, white, smoke-like substance.

"Phil?!" I shouted into it.

No answer.

I charged in, practically blind, feeling my way around for any Phil-shaped objects. I eventually managed to find something that felt like skin, so I grabbed onto it, hoping it was Phil, and dragged it in the direction I thought the door was.

By now the hall leading to our rooms was also filled with the smoke stuff, and I decided it would be a good idea to try and hold my breath.

I made my way to the door, still supposedly dragging Phil behind me. I managed to find it, and as soon as I was outside of the smoke filled room I looked down to make sure it was Phil I had in my hand.

Sure enough, I had been dragging Phil face-down by the leg all the way to here.

Better than with that white stuff, I supposed.

I picked Phil up in my arms and carried him outside, then called 999 as soon as I could.

They arrived not long after, and asked me what had happened. My thoughts still foggy from everything that had happened, and I was barely able to answer.

They evacuated the apartment, then put on gas masks and began searching for what had caused the incident.

Soon after they had gone in, one of them ran back out, carrying a foreign grey object in one hand and waving his hands around wildly.

Once he reached us, he threw off his mask and shouted, "get them into an ambulance, now! This stuff is deadly, we'll be lucky if they both live after breathing so much of it in!"

I barely heard what was being said as paramedics ushered me into an ambulance, Phil still in my arms.

"Just stay calm, okay?" they tried to reassure me. "We're sure you'll be totally fine."

"What about Phil?" I questioned.

No one answered.