The Wrong Way Around [Phan]

Chapter 33

Phil's Pov

In that moment, I felt so many emotions at once that I couldn't even count them all. Fear, guilt, hope, panic, I could spend days listing them all off.

But I knew perfectly well that I didn't have days.

That little, overwhelming moment soon passed, and I ran to Dan's room. I stopped just before I was there, though.

What if this was something I didn't want to see? What if he was dead? Or terribly, terribly injured?

But then again, what if he was dying, and I wasn't there for him? What if he needed help, and I was too cowardly to supply it?

And while this huge battle was going on in my head, I decided to ignore the little voices, and take action. I quickly stepped over to the door of his room, but then stopped.

Funnily enough, my first thought was the last line of Dan's little "Rave Time" song. There was really no better way to describe what was in front of me than those three words.

I was frozen for a moment. What I was seeing was truly horrible. There were little splatters of blood randomly splashed across the walls, and a small pool of it right in the centre. And, in that small pool, was Dan. He was twitching and making strange spluttering noises, while a fountain of blood sprayed from the hole in his stomach.

Quickly, I grabbed my phone and dialled 999. I was pretty sure it was too late, at this point he had lost so much blood that I would be lucky if he went into a coma.

An ambulance was there within a few minutes, and the paramedics quickly packed Dan into one of the vehicles and hooked him up to about a bajillion IV things.

"Can I go with him?" I asked one of the doctors as they were about to leave.

"He your friend?" The man asked, avoiding my question.

"Boyfriend," I corrected the man, "and can I please go with him?"

He scrunched up his face a bit, murmured, "sorry, family only," and rushed off to join the rest of the paramedics helping Dan.

Suddenly, the wind picked up, nearly knocking me over. It was then that everything seemed to hit me, all at once.

Dan was dying. Maybe already dead. He had been shot, but I could have warned him, and this was all my fault.

I stood there, letting the sound of shouting a sirens fill my ears, but not hearing any of it. I had killed Dan, or at least, I might as well have. One by one, the emergency vehicles began to leave, but I just stood there, my hair being whipped around in the now strong wind.

It was stupid. Dan had saved me from things that had no warning, and couldn't even be seen, yet I couldn't even stop him from practically walking into a bullet that I already knew was there.

I knew what I had to do.