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Dan could feel his heart beating rapidly. With a layer of sweat drenching him, he glanced around him, before sitting up with an audible sigh of relief. Still semi-cautious, he observed the room before him.

The room was much larger than the ones in his other dreams. Its creamy blue walls were adorned with notes and calendars. There were two other beds besides Dan' bed to the left of Dan was unoccupied. Dan turned to his right, and, for the first time, noticed a skinny figure curled up in the cobalt sheets. As Dan peered curiously at the person, they murmured something in a vaguely familiar voice. Though the room was otherwise quiet, their words were lost in the quiet hum of the hospital.

"Pardon?" Dan asked politely. The figure turned a bit, presumably to face him. For a moment, all that could be heard was the rustling of blankets. Abruptly, a familiar face popped out from the tangled mess of blankets, his dark hair contrasting with his abnormally pale skin.

"I said, 'I missed you"," Phil said weakly. Dan stared at him in disbelief, which caused Phil to chuckle. As soon as Dan's brain, which was still slightly foggy, processed the fact that it was Phil, he leaped off the bed and gave Phil a nearly suffocating hug.

"Well, don't I feel loved," Phil grinned, his blue eyes sparkling. Dan couldn't respond, he was so overcome with joy. Finally, he managed to spit out a sentence.

"Are you alright?" He choked, broadening Phil's grin.

"Relax, Dan. You look like you're about to have a heart attack!" Phil joked, earning him a sharp smack on the head. "The doctors said there's nothing to worry about.

"Nothing to worry about?! Is this the same Phil Lester that collapsed in the middle of our kitchen and nearly died? The same Phil Lester that had a heart attack? The same Phil Lester who just got out of surgery? Because if not, I'd like to be transferred to his room."

"Firstly, that surgery was a couple days ago. Secondly, the surgery wasn't for my heart."

"What was it for then?" Dan questioned, his molten chocolate eyes staring into their sky blue counterpart.

"Apparently, there's this organ called an appendix, which is an utterly useless one at that. Anyways, mine nearly burst, and they had to remove it before it did." Phil answered, pulling off the blanket and lifting his mint green t-shirt to reveal a row of neat stitches on his pale stomach. Dan stared at them briefly, before his eyes flicked back up to Phil's a slight blush on his cheeks.

"What about you, Dan? You've been muttering stuff in your sleep for the last few days."

"Last few days?" Dan cried. Phil nodded. "I can't believe this! I've missed days that could've been extremely important! What if I met the girl of my dreams? What if one of my relatives would've come over to visit, but they didn't and they die before I ever see them again? What if-" Phil cut him off.

"Dan, calm down, before you get another anxiety attack." Phil said soothingly. Dan stopped, and, staring into Phil's eyes the entire time. regained control.

"Sorry." Dan said sheepishly, once his breathing had returned to normal. Phil smirked.

"Who's the odd one now?" Phil asked cheekily. Dan awarded him with another swift smack to the side of his head.

"You said I was muttering stuff, Phil. What did I say?" Dan changed the subject.

"It was kinda hard to understand. The only thing I could make out was 'I love him"," Phil replied as he smirked. "Who do you love?"

Dan blushed, his face turning red. "Uh, you see, about that-" Phil interrupted him.

"It was me, wasn't it." It wasn't a question, more of a statement. Dan stared at him, shocked for a moment, before admitting it.

"Yeah, it was." Phil nodded. "Phil, when I saw you lying there, I- I just couldn't function any more. I honestly thought you were dead." Dan's eyes started to water. "And it hurt, Phil. It hurt so much, thinking I'd never see you again, that my last conversation with you was me yelling at you. I mean, we're best friends, and I got into a petty argument with you, and if you died, I could never live with myself for it." By this time, tears were pouring down Dan's face, and there were even a few rolling down Phil's as well. Phil wrapped his arms around Dan, enveloping him in his warmth.

"Dan, you know I would never do anything to hurt you that much," Phil whispered into his ear. Dan was about to respond, when suddenly, his phone buzzed. Luckily, it was still in his pocket. He reached down and answered it.

"Hello?" He asked, managing to not let the caller know he had been crying.

"DANIEL JAMES HOWELL!" Came the shrieking voice of Phil's mother. "I WANT AN EXPLANATION!"

Woo-hoo! I updated! And the ending of this chapter was perfect! the next chapter will be the last, sadly. It'll be an epilogue, of sorts, and I'm not sure when I'll update again.

Until we meet again,

-Ember