The Wrong Way Around [Phan]

Chapter 35

Phil's Pov

Dan what?

I stared at Rory, not truly believing him at first. But his expression remained the same, and the corners of his eyes were now beginning to sparkle with tears.

No. No, no, no, no. No! This couldn't be happening! It must be a dream or something. Yes, that was it. This was all a dream, and soon I would wake up back in my bed, and Dan would be fine.

But deep down I knew it wasn't a dream, and I could already feel tears sliding down my cheeks and falling onto my shirt.

"I'm sorry," Rory told me quietly. I just looked down at the floor, trying not to let him see that I was crying.

"Phil," he said, nudging my head up a bit so I was looking at him again. "You know, it's fine that you're crying. Heck, even I am, and I don't even know either of you that well. He's your boyfriend, and he's dying, it's totally okay to be upset." I nodded a bit, sniffling, and a moment later I felt him embrace me. Thankful for the much-needed comfort, I awkwardly wrapped my arms around him so we were hugging each other.

Then I felt him press his lips to mine.

I pulled my arms back as quickly as possible and shoved Rory against the wall. He ended up falling into the floor and looked up at me guiltily, while I just stared back at him in complete malice.

"I-I'm sorry, Phil."

My only response was to snarl at him.

"Y-you know, chances are Dan won't live through this anyway... maybe we could- maybe we could be together? It would probably be better than having a dead boyfriend." he asked hopefully.

"Never in a million years," I spat back. "Dan is mine and I'm his, and I'll never leave him. Especially if there's a chance he won't live through all this crap." And with that, I walked back to Dan's room.

Dan's Pov

I couldn't believe it. Everything that had happened to me, every terrible little problem that Phil and I had had to face, and now I was going to lose my life to some stupid microscopic cell. Of course I still had a bit of hope, but when it's been predicted that you have an 80% chance of death in the next two months, it's kind of difficult to have much.

Just then, Phil walked back in, and I decided in that moment that I wouldn't tell him I'd most likely be dead in a few weeks. He'd had enough crap to deal with in his life.

"Hey Phil," I said, smiling but not really meaning it.

"Hey," he replied, obviously doing the same thing as I just had. "So... how's it going? Aside from the whole "probably going to die soon" thing."

"Not bad, I guess. I mean, I was just shot, so I could be worse. Or dead."

Finally Phil smiled a bit, making me grin back. Then Rory walked back in, and Phil's smile instantly turned into an expression of pure hatred. I'd ask him later what had happened that made him suddenly hate the extremely likeable nurse, but until I did, I'd just try as hard as possible to act like Phil was acting around him. If he was this angry, it had to be bad.

"So," Rory said, glancing at Phil nervously. "Dan's cancer has had a huge head start to develop, and there's only a 20% percent chance he'll be alive three months from now."

So much for not telling Phil.

"Anyway, that means we have to remove the tumour immediately, and start chemo as soon as possible."

I nodded, and saw Phil doing the same.

Just then, a doctor walked in and told me they were ready to begin the surgery to remove my tumour.

"Already?" I asked, surprised.

"Yes," the woman replied. "We have to remove it as soon as possible, or you have almost no chance of surviving." As she was speaking, she walked in behind my hospital bed and began pushing it out into the hall.

On the way out, Phil grabbed my hand for a second and squeezed it. I grabbed it and squeezed back, and then we were in the hall, and I could only think about the hell that my last two months of life was going to be.

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"Cancer" by My Chemical Romance actually started playing halfway though writing this chapter XD

Anyway, please don't hate me for not updating in a super long time! I'm reeeeeeeally sorry, but I procrastinate way too much. Also, sorry for the terribleness of this chapter. But I have a plan for the next chapter, and in fact the rest of the book. Now I just have to actually write it...