Phil POV

I carried on roaming the London streets in search for Dan, my Dan. I was really worried and gruesome thoughts began to flood in my mind. Countless different what ifs. What if he was dead. What if he is lost. What if he hates me.

I came down a street that wasn't very well lit. I used my phone as a light, a bit like on our viewer spooky happenings! I turned right and saw a dark alley. A figure was slumped against the crumbling tired wall. Cautiously i edged closer to the battered body shining my light infront of me. As i got closer i could see that his closed were ripped, he was bruised and bloody. His brown hair stuck messily to his face... it was Dan! I ran over to him,stupidly, and tripped up on a bottle. I winced as the shards of glass dug into my hand. I looked down to see my hand scratched and bleeding. It doesn't matter, Dan is more important. Then my face went even paler, poking out of Dan's stomach was a red knife. Oh my god! My fingers shaking, i dialed 999 on my phone

"Hello, what service will you be needing?" asked the baritone voice

"A-a-ambulance, " i stuttered, "My f-friends been s-s-st-abbed and he is deathly cold. "

"Try keep calm and make sure his airway is clear. The ambulance will be here soon. Where are you?" asked the voice

"An ally near..." i looked around, "St. James' Park"

"Ok." the women ended the call. I held onto Dan's hand reassuringly. He groaned loudly

"It's ok." i cooed soothingly, "helps coming soon!"

Am i too late?