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Phil Lester had never been this happy walking back from town, how was it possible? It was only town after all, but this time it was different. He looked down and saw his hand entwined in Dan Howell's, his boyfriend. He could hear the sound of dead leaves underneath their feet, winter was here and Christmas has just past. It was the best Christmas he'd ever had after the both of them decided not to go home to their families for it. That place wasn't his home anymore anyway, home was wherever Dan was to him, but then he heard it.
"Faggots!" a voice he'd never heard before was shouting. Both Dan and Phil stopped turned to see an incredibly drunk man stumbling towards them.
"Just ignore him." Phil said to Dan shaking his head at the man and pulling at Dan's hand, but as always, Dan didn't listen.
"Excuse me?" Dan shouted back, he walked closer to the man pulling Phil with him.
"You're both faggots! You can't pollute London with your gayness, fuck off out of here!" the man slurred putting one hand in his jean pocket still stumbling towards them. Dan let go of Phil's hand and balled his own into fists.
"Don't fight him!" Phil cried but once again Dan ignored him.
"You homophobic twat!" Dan shouted and before Phil could stop him he had already ran up to the man and punched him square in the face knocking him over.
"Let's go" Dan said to Phil walking back to him, he walked a little bit past him just as he noticed the man had gotten back up and was aiming a gun at Dan's back, his finger on the trigger.
"No!" Phil shouted and just managed to push Dan out of the way, but the bullet hit him in the chest instead.
It took Dan a little while to realize exactly what had happened. He had punched a drunk guy in the face, the guy had aimed a gun at his back, Phil pushed him out of the way and took the bullet himself and the guy had ran off.
"Phil! Phil can you hear me? Phil!?" he screamed at the lifeless man on the floor. His eyes were closed and he wasn't moving at all. He wasn't saying anything either and there was blood pouring out of him at a fast rate. The bullet had just missed his heart. Dan had stupidly left his phone at the apartment and Phil's was dead. He would have to carry him.
10 minutes later he had finally reached the doors of A&E. Phil was still breathing but only just, there was no movement or any sound apart from his breath coming from him. To Dan it was like carrying a dead body and it was horrible. Phil's blood had stained his hands and his clothes, he wasn't a very strong person either meaning he had struggled to carry him without dropping him. He could still hear the sound of the bullet smashing Phil's rib cage and the sound of his body hitting the ground in his ears. Doctors and Nurses came rushing forward towards him, they took Phil away from him, put him on a gurney and rushed him away. Dan wandered why everyone was giving him odd looks until he remembered he was covered in Phil's blood.
"Come on now love, let's get you cleaned up and then you can tell us what happened okay?" a kind looking nurse said to him soothingly, she put her arm around his and started walking with him to the bathrooms, but Dan was still in shock. Deep shock. He had just witnessed his boyfriend take a bullet for him. His life was on the line because of Dan.
He could die and it would be entirely his fault for punching that guy
They were about halfway down the corridor when Dan fainted and hit his head hard on the side of a table.
Dan woke up to bright lights all around him. His eyes hurt, the side of his head was throbbing and his throat was as dry as a bone. He could hear the sound of a heart machine and birds outside. At first he didn't know where he was. He tried to think and for a moment only remembered falling and hitting his head on the side of a table. After that he remembered hearing a nurse calling for help. Then he remembered being lifted onto something and being rushed away. Then he was here. He tried to think what had happened before that, why he was in hospital, why he remembered being covered in someone's blood, who he was with and simple things like what his name was. But no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't remember. That was when the kind looking nurse walked in.
"Oh good you're awake!" she said brightly. He was hardly awake. His eyes were still half closed and he just wanted to go back to sleep. His head still hurt and he didn't want to talk, but he managed to look at her from the corner of his eye.
"I suppose you don't remember how you got here?" she asked sitting down in the chair next to Dan's hospital bed. He shook his head slightly.
"Well, you came in carrying someone who had been shot, he was taken away from you, I came up to you and tried taking you to the bathrooms to get you cleaned up and then you fainted and unluckily hit your head hard against the corner of a table." she finished at looked at him. "Do you remember any of that hun?" He thought hard, but no matter how hard he tried he could only remember hitting his head.
"I only remember hitting my head" he said in a hoarse whisper, all he wanted to do was sleep, he didn't care how long for, he just didn't want to be awake.
"Do you know what your name is?" she asked him kindly.
"No." he managed to say, and it was the truth, he had no idea what his name was.
"It's Daniel." the nurse replied "We put your picture out to see if anyone knew who you were because you weren't waking up and your parents called." His parents? Who were his parents? "Do you know who you're parents are Daniel?"
"No idea." he said again, with every word he said he felt more and more tired. His eyes began to close fully again instead of half way.
"And finally, do you have any idea who Phil Lester is Daniel?"
"No." he just about said before he fell into a deep slumber.

Description
Phil Lester had never been this happy walking back from town, how was it possible? It was only town after all, but this time it was different. He looked down and saw his hand entwined in Dan Howell's, his boyfriend. He could hear the sound of dead leaves underneath their feet, winter was here and Christmas has just past. It was the best Christmas he'd ever had after the both of them decided not to go home to their families for it. That place wasn't his home anymore anyway, home was wherever Dan was to him, but then he heard it.
"Faggots!" a voice he'd never heard before was shouting. Both Dan and Phil stopped turned to see an incredibly drunk man stumbling towards them.
"Just ignore him." Phil said to Dan shaking his head at the man and pulling at Dan's hand, but as always, Dan didn't listen.
"Excuse me?" Dan shouted back, he walked closer to the man pulling Phil with him.
"You're both faggots! You can't pollute London with your gayness, fuck off out of here!" the man slurred putting one hand in his jean pocket still stumbling towards them. Dan let go of Phil's hand and balled his own into fists.
"Don't fight him!" Phil cried but once again Dan ignored him.
"You homophobic twat!" Dan shouted and before Phil could stop him he had already ran up to the man and punched him square in the face knocking him over.
"Let's go" Dan said to Phil walking back to him, he walked a little bit past him just as he noticed the man had gotten back up and was aiming a gun at Dan's back, his finger on the trigger.
"No!" Phil shouted and just managed to push Dan out of the way, but the bullet hit him in the chest instead.
It took Dan a little while to realize exactly what had happened. He had punched a drunk guy in the face, the guy had aimed a gun at his back, Phil pushed him out of the way and took the bullet himself and the guy had ran off.
"Phil! Phil can you hear me? Phil!?" he screamed at the lifeless man on the floor. His eyes were closed and he wasn't moving at all. He wasn't saying anything either and there was blood pouring out of him at a fast rate. The bullet had just missed his heart. Dan had stupidly left his phone at the apartment and Phil's was dead. He would have to carry him.
10 minutes later he had finally reached the doors of A&E. Phil was still breathing but only just, there was no movement or any sound apart from his breath coming from him. To Dan it was like carrying a dead body and it was horrible. Phil's blood had stained his hands and his clothes, he wasn't a very strong person either meaning he had struggled to carry him without dropping him. He could still hear the sound of the bullet smashing Phil's rib cage and the sound of his body hitting the ground in his ears. Doctors and Nurses came rushing forward towards him, they took Phil away from him, put him on a gurney and rushed him away. Dan wandered why everyone was giving him odd looks until he remembered he was covered in Phil's blood.
"Come on now love, let's get you cleaned up and then you can tell us what happened okay?" a kind looking nurse said to him soothingly, she put her arm around his and started walking with him to the bathrooms, but Dan was still in shock. Deep shock. He had just witnessed his boyfriend take a bullet for him. His life was on the line because of Dan.
He could die and it would be entirely his fault for punching that guy
They were about halfway down the corridor when Dan fainted and hit his head hard on the side of a table.
Dan woke up to bright lights all around him. His eyes hurt, the side of his head was throbbing and his throat was as dry as a bone. He could hear the sound of a heart machine and birds outside. At first he didn't know where he was. He tried to think and for a moment only remembered falling and hitting his head on the side of a table. After that he remembered hearing a nurse calling for help. Then he remembered being lifted onto something and being rushed away. Then he was here. He tried to think what had happened before that, why he was in hospital, why he remembered being covered in someone's blood, who he was with and simple things like what his name was. But no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't remember. That was when the kind looking nurse walked in.
"Oh good you're awake!" she said brightly. He was hardly awake. His eyes were still half closed and he just wanted to go back to sleep. His head still hurt and he didn't want to talk, but he managed to look at her from the corner of his eye.
"I suppose you don't remember how you got here?" she asked sitting down in the chair next to Dan's hospital bed. He shook his head slightly.
"Well, you came in carrying someone who had been shot, he was taken away from you, I came up to you and tried taking you to the bathrooms to get you cleaned up and then you fainted and unluckily hit your head hard against the corner of a table." she finished at looked at him. "Do you remember any of that hun?" He thought hard, but no matter how hard he tried he could only remember hitting his head.
"I only remember hitting my head" he said in a hoarse whisper, all he wanted to do was sleep, he didn't care how long for, he just didn't want to be awake.
"Do you know what your name is?" she asked him kindly.
"No." he managed to say, and it was the truth, he had no idea what his name was.
"It's Daniel." the nurse replied "We put your picture out to see if anyone knew who you were because you weren't waking up and your parents called." His parents? Who were his parents? "Do you know who you're parents are Daniel?"
"No idea." he said again, with every word he said he felt more and more tired. His eyes began to close fully again instead of half way.
"And finally, do you have any idea who Phil Lester is Daniel?"
"No." he just about said before he fell into a deep slumber.