The Wrong Way Around [Phan]

Chapter 30

Phil's Pov

I woke up to the constant beeping of a heart monitor and a concerned-looking nurse staring down at me. My first thought was Dan. Was he here? I tried to look around the room to see, but the nurse pulled my head back to face him.

I read his name tag. Rory Williams.

I smiled at him, and he frowned back. "Phil..." he said carefully.

"Yes?"

"You... you aren't going to make it. I'm really sorry, there's nothing we can do. You breathed in too much of that gas, and you have maybe ten minutes left."

I felt my mouth drop open. Ten minutes?!

"Where's Dan?" I asked him.

"We, uh, we told him the news, and he was so shocked he fainted," Rory replied, looking away and biting his lip a bit.

I sunk farther into the hospital bed, feeling utterly defeated. I had ten minutes to live, and Dan wasn't even here with me for them. I looked up at the nurse.

"Anyway you can make it faster?" I asked him.

Looking started, he replied, "well, I-I could just unplug this thing here," he pointed to a thing, "and then you'd have about two minutes..."

"Do it," I told him.

"Are you sure?" he asked, clearly not wanting to do it.

I nodded my head, bracing myself. If Dan wasn't going to be here, I had no need to live any longer.

Hesitantly, Rory walked over and pulled the plug out of the wall. After about a minute and a half of waiting, my vision started to fade, and I was getting dizzy. I felt my eyelids fluttering shut, and my breathing was becoming more and more shallow with each rise of my chest.

The heart monitor began slowing down, but I could barely hear it anyway. Everything was fading. The last thing I heard before everything stopped was a door being slammed open and the voice of an angel saying my name.

Then all went dark.

Dans Pov

I was still sitting in the waiting room, crying. It felt like it had been hours, but when I looked up to check the clock I realized it had only actually been about two minutes. For some reason, I changed my mind.

I wanted to see Phil. I wanted to see him one last time. I wanted to hold his hand and comfort him as he died. I had to be with him in his last moments.

I sprang up and rushed down the hall, peeking into each door as I went by to see if he was there. Finally, I found him.

I flung the door open to the sound of the heart monitor stopping, and shouted my boyfriend's name, hoping he could hear me.

But he didn't respond.

I was too late.

Phil's Pov

I woke up in a hallway.

How could I wake up?

I had died, hadn't I?

I looked up.

There was a man standing there, looking down at me, smiling.

He held his hand out to help me up.

I took it gladly, and, once standing, took a look at my surroundings.

All white.

Except one thing.

The hallway to my left.

Green grass.

Blue skies.

Purple flowers.

Yellow sun.

I found myself slowly drifting towards that door, but then felt someone grab my arm.

That man again.

He looked at me, asking with his eyes are you sure?

I nodded.

I had no idea what was awaiting me, but this door was calling to me.

I had to go through it.

The man nodded, his eyes glittering with happiness at the decision I had made.

I kept walking.

Before I knew it, I had reached the opening.

I reached out to it, and my hand went right through.

I shivered.

That door felt unpleasant.

Cold.

Unwelcoming.

But I kept walking.

For some reason unknown to me, I had to.

I turned around to say goodbye to the man who had been behind me.

He was gone.

I turned back, and a harsh light blinded me.

I blinked my eyes, but it didn't go away.

I tried to go back.

I wanted the other door.

But I was stuck.

The light intensified, burning my eyes.

Then, all of a sudden, nothing.