Phil POV

I held Dan's hand tightly as we sped through London in the back of the ambulance. The sirens were blurring out in the dark and blue was illuminated the road ahead. The parademics tried to bandage my hand but i was adamant that i was not going to let Dans hand go. I looked down at Dans face that was so pale a tear dropped from my cheek and plopped onto Dans neck. Gently i wiped it from his neck, he didn't even flinch. I sniffed loudly, i really needed some support. I got my phone out and called Pj. Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring. Come on Pj pick up!

"Hello?" asked a tired sounding Pj

"Helloitsphilpleasecometothehospitaldanmightdieilovehimitsmyfault." i babbled

"Woah, please phil calm down," reassured, "tell me where i need to go and i'll be there."

"Who's that?" i heard Chris say

"The hospital, please." i cried

"We'll be there soon, stay strong." said Pj and he hung up.

The ambulance eventually stopped at the hospital, Dans heartbeart monitor was getting slower and slower. What would i do if he didn't made it? What would i do? I stared at Dan helplessly and i felt myself begin to well up. The paramedics opened the doors and pulled Dan out. They quickly wheeled hin down the corridor, i was walking briskly next to him.  I heard a paramedic, called DeDe, say "Severe bruising, a stab wound his GCS is high and a quered fracture and a Possible fever" Oh Dan, this was all my fault. My phone buzzed and i slid it out of my pocket

unknown number

That's right it is all your fault!

I ignored it, i can't deal with this right now. Suddenly Dans body started to jerk uncontrollably. What was wrong?

"He's having a cardiac arrest, we need to get him into theatre NOW!" Instructed the doctor. I tried to walk into the room but the nurse pushed me away. "You're going to have to wait outside." she said

"No my b-boyfriend could d-d-die any minute and i need to be with him. LET ME THROUGH!" I shouted angrily

"Sir, if you do not calm down i will call security and you will be removed from the building." replied the nurse sternly. I walked away. What if he died? What if he survived but spent the rest of his life in a coma. What if the last things we did together was argue? What if it is all my fault. It is all my fault, isn't it? I've fecked it up again!

My mind was wizzing so much i didn't notice Pj standing infront of me "Phil, phil?" i heard in the distance. Before i knew it i had collapsed on the floor and everything went white...