Dans P.O.V:

"I'm sorry"
That's what they says to you five minutes after you arrived at the hospital. Your partner had lost too much blood and the possibility of a transfusion wasn't very likely as it was such short notice.
They told you she was probably going to die, and if she survived the rehabilitation process would be long and labourous.
You didn't want to give up, but the chances were slim. They were probably going to die.

Your P.O.V

You can't really remember much of anything anymore.
You knew that they pulled out the knife. And it hurt. A lot.
The blood was even worse after that. You could vaguely see from fading vision that everything around you was blood red. Even the nurses and doctors hands.
They said they were "sorry" and "that it would be over soon"
You knew what they meant
You weren't  stupid.
By "over" they meant dead.
The suffering would end and you would be no longer alive 
All you could think about was Dan.
He was the one and you knew if you died then Dan would blame himself. He would think to himself that he could have done better protecting you, that if it wasn't for him you'd still be in his arms and safe.
But of course, he didn't know the culprit. Only you did .
You had no idea what you could have possibly done to give someone that much hatred toward you.
Maybe he was jealous.
Maybe that was just what he was like.
Maybe you caused this.

You looked up at the white ceiling of the hospital room. You can hear the steady beep of the heart monitor slow down until you feel at utter peace.
Your body is giving up
And so are you.
The nurses attending to your neck quickly realise and rush to the heart monitor and to you. Shoving oxygen masks on your face, you know that this is it. They know, but still keep fighting
But what if they can save you. What if they manage to get your heart beating quicker and you live. You'd have to face your problems with Phil and your neck.
But just as you start having hope, you best frantic rushing and the heart monitor becoming less consistent until it has almost stopped.
Your body's final attempts have failed.