Dan, Please Say Something

"Dan, Please Say Something... Anything."

Dan was done with it all. He was tired of the fame, the constant plead for new videos, and most of all, phan. Every day, something in his time line on Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, Instagram... you name it. He's completely fed up with it all.

"Dan, you can't just give up the fame." Phil told him.

"I don't give a fucking fuck anymore!" Dan shouted, throwing his MacBook to the floor.

"It's not that simple!"

"I've have enough, I don't care anymore!" He continued to shout, flailing his arms.

He stomped into his room and slammed the door behind him. Sitting at his desk, he put his head in his hands. His eyes were watery, and his nose was beginning to run. He understands it's not as simple as it sounds to just leave the fame, but he's tired of it all.

Making a decision, he walked out of the flat with his coat and down into the streets of London. He just needed time to calm down, and breathe. As he made it to Hyde Park, he could feel himself relaxing, and he felt a little more at peace.

This peace, would not last.

He sat at a bench for about an hour, just enjoying the sounds and the fresh air. But as the sky became gray and dark, he decided to make his way back to his flat, where no doubt, Phil would be panicking, wondering where he was.

He had almost made it back home. He was about to cross an empty intersection, when he spotted a car in the peripheral vision of his right eye.

He waited for it to drive past, but it just stopped in the middle of the road, as if it wanted him to go ahead. He took a step into the road, and it drove closer. When he walked back onto the pavement, the car drove backwards. This reminded him of the time he filmed something similar to this in his 'Near-Death Experience' video, except he wasn't filming, and this person was seriously dense.

Dan made the stupid decision to run across the road, and as he ran the car drove towards him at full speed, hitting him, and causing him to roll at least 2 feet from the front of the car.

The last thing he remembered was the sound of sirens.

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Phil knew Dan was angry, but he was sure he would've been back by now. He knew that he'd been reacting to the fame in a negative way lately, as if he was tired of it. And when he snapped, he realized how much he wanted to be normal, not famous in any way.

Dan had stormed out of the flat 3 and a half hours ago, and he still hadn't returned. He'd tried calling him a dozen times, but he always got his voicemail. He tried calling Dan one last time, and if he didn't pick up, he was going to search the streets of London for him himself.

And to his surprise, he answered.

"Dan?"

"Is this Phil Lester?"

"Yes... who are you? And why do you have Dan's phone?"

"I'm Dr. Martin at St Mary's Hospital. Mr. Howell was involved in an accident."

Phil dropped the phone and stood there for a minute.

Dan. Dan was in an accident?

What happened?

He intended to find out.

He picked up his phone from the floor, and grabbed his galaxy backpack off the dining room table before running out the door. Remembering to lock the door behind him at the last second, Phil ran down the street and barely managed to call a taxi. He told the driver to take him to St. Mary's Hospital and didn't say anything else.