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It all happened so fast. So fast that my mind can barely think about it without getting a headache.

We were on the couch, watching anime as normal.

It was a normal day, we did our normal things.

Why did this happen?

He tripped—an honest mistake, really—and then he dropped his cup of water. It didn’t seem like the water landed anywhere dangerous, but oh, we were so wrong.

Trying to turn on the t.v. after that, it…

It started the flames.

The flames were small at first, but it still freaked us out. We thought we could handle it, we really did, it wasn’t that big!

He went to get the fire extinguisher while I dialed 999 into my phone, my shaking fingers hovering over the call button. But when he ran back into the room, his eyes calmed me down, even though they had fear almost completely consuming them.

I was stupid, damn, I was so stupid! Why did I pocket my phone?! If I had just kept it out, this wouldn’t have happened! He wouldn’t be in A&E with almost fatal burns! So fatal that they don’t know if he’s gonna live!

I let out a strangled scream and kicked at the wall of the hospital waiting room, the other people in the room giving me strange looks. They can fuck themselves for all I care, he might die, he might die and it’s all my fucking fault!

The day went on like a blur from there. Well, not really. The rest of the day just consisted of me going over the events of everything in my head, blaming myself, screaming and hitting the walls a bit, nothing major.

10:30.
A nurse walked up to me, told me I had to leave, as visiting hours were done. I told her that my flat had bad burns, had to be fixed up, that I can’t go anywhere to sleep tonight.
She had pursed her lips then, and grudgingly brought me to the highest floor. She led me to an empty room, said I could stay the night in it, but only the night, just in case they got more patients the following day, which, of course they did.
I had barely slept that night. How was I supposed to, when every time I closed my eyes, I saw him, next to the fire, starting to get consumed by the ever growing flames. His screams resonated in my ears, and the few times I did manage to fall asleep, I’d just wake up almost an hour later, screaming my head off and drenched in my own sweat.
The moment visiting hours opened again I went back down to the waiting room and continued to wait.

This happened for days.

For three solid days I repeated this process, waiting for any mention of him being okay. It didn’t happen.

July 14th was when this whole mess started. And on the morning of July 19th, it happened.

A doctor came to the waiting room, he actually asked for me. He could see how worn down I was from just these few days, so he skipped the formalities.

He told me how he was.

And I swear, I will never, ever, forget the words he said to me.

“Daniel Howell?”

“Me! Yes, that’s me, that’s me… Is he okay?! Will he be okay?!”

“You’re here for Phil Lester, correct?”

“Yes! Now please tell me if he’s okay or-“

“Sir, please calm down. Now, he has very severe burns, near fatal. If you hadn’t called at that moment, we would’ve lost him. For the past couple days, his heartbeat would stop every six hours. But he’s pulling through. He had been in a drug induced sleep since we got him in here, we didn’t want him feeling all that pain. But he’s woken up, said everything was only a dull ache, and he asked for you. Come on, let me escort you to his room. Keep in mind it will change, as we’ve got his room near the A&E just in case something in him takes a turn for the worse.”

The doctor’s words were fairly unsettling as well, sorry that I didn’t mention that part.

But the moment, I swear, the moment I walked into that room and laid eyes on him, I broke down.
I had walked over to him, balled my fists into his hospital gown, and cried for what felt like an eternity. I only stopped when I felt him start to laugh. I looked up at him, obviously confused.

He had a goofy, crooked smile on his face, his eyes were completely filled with tears, and he couldn’t stop laughing.

Don’t get me wrong, he was burned. But he apparently only had minor burns there, so they’ve basically already healed. His legs, arms, and bits of his chest were burned the worst, he had told me.
That got me to cry more, because I thought when I grabbed his damn gown, I had hurt him. But he said that all the burns on his chest were covered in a much thicker bandage than the ones covering his arms and legs.
He was also on a shit ton of drugs, so he was almost completely numb to the pain.

Once I finally got a good look at him, I let myself think that he’ll pull through this, we’ll pull through this, and I broke down in his arms one last time.

“Philly…?”
“Yeah, Dan?”

He still had that damn crooked smile on his face, which made him look completely adorable.

“I really thought I lost you, I-“

He cut me off with a tiny peck on the lips. “Bear,” Great, now he’s using his nickname for me—which I only slightly love. “Look at me. Really look at me. I’m fine. Okay? I’m fine, I pulled through the worst part. The doctors told me that my heart entered a stable condition sometime during the night. I’m going to live, okay? I’m going to be okay.”

“Dammit Phil, god dammit Phil-“ I clasped a hand over my mouth, trying not to let out my sobs of glee. But much to my despair—except not really—, Phil grabbed my hands in his own and twined our fingers together.

“Y-You’re really going to make it,” I managed to choke out, my voice hitching at the end of the sentence. Phil, being the ever observant boyfriend he is, took complete note of it and rested his forehead against mine.

“Of course I am, Danny-bear. We made it through the fire, we can make it through anything.”

“Dammit Phil, when you say things like that, I’m constantly reminded of how much I love you.”

“Is that good?”

“That’s fucking amazing.”

Laughter.

“Well then, I love you too.”

Description
It all happened so fast. So fast that my mind can barely think about it without getting a headache.

We were on the couch, watching anime as normal.

It was a normal day, we did our normal things.

Why did this happen?

He tripped—an honest mistake, really—and then he dropped his cup of water. It didn’t seem like the water landed anywhere dangerous, but oh, we were so wrong.

Trying to turn on the t.v. after that, it…

It started the flames.

The flames were small at first, but it still freaked us out. We thought we could handle it, we really did, it wasn’t that big!

He went to get the fire extinguisher while I dialed 999 into my phone, my shaking fingers hovering over the call button. But when he ran back into the room, his eyes calmed me down, even though they had fear almost completely consuming them.

I was stupid, damn, I was so stupid! Why did I pocket my phone?! If I had just kept it out, this wouldn’t have happened! He wouldn’t be in A&E with almost fatal burns! So fatal that they don’t know if he’s gonna live!

I let out a strangled scream and kicked at the wall of the hospital waiting room, the other people in the room giving me strange looks. They can fuck themselves for all I care, he might die, he might die and it’s all my fucking fault!

The day went on like a blur from there. Well, not really. The rest of the day just consisted of me going over the events of everything in my head, blaming myself, screaming and hitting the walls a bit, nothing major.

10:30.
A nurse walked up to me, told me I had to leave, as visiting hours were done. I told her that my flat had bad burns, had to be fixed up, that I can’t go anywhere to sleep tonight.
She had pursed her lips then, and grudgingly brought me to the highest floor. She led me to an empty room, said I could stay the night in it, but only the night, just in case they got more patients the following day, which, of course they did.
I had barely slept that night. How was I supposed to, when every time I closed my eyes, I saw him, next to the fire, starting to get consumed by the ever growing flames. His screams resonated in my ears, and the few times I did manage to fall asleep, I’d just wake up almost an hour later, screaming my head off and drenched in my own sweat.
The moment visiting hours opened again I went back down to the waiting room and continued to wait.

This happened for days.

For three solid days I repeated this process, waiting for any mention of him being okay. It didn’t happen.

July 14th was when this whole mess started. And on the morning of July 19th, it happened.

A doctor came to the waiting room, he actually asked for me. He could see how worn down I was from just these few days, so he skipped the formalities.

He told me how he was.

And I swear, I will never, ever, forget the words he said to me.

“Daniel Howell?”

“Me! Yes, that’s me, that’s me… Is he okay?! Will he be okay?!”

“You’re here for Phil Lester, correct?”

“Yes! Now please tell me if he’s okay or-“

“Sir, please calm down. Now, he has very severe burns, near fatal. If you hadn’t called at that moment, we would’ve lost him. For the past couple days, his heartbeat would stop every six hours. But he’s pulling through. He had been in a drug induced sleep since we got him in here, we didn’t want him feeling all that pain. But he’s woken up, said everything was only a dull ache, and he asked for you. Come on, let me escort you to his room. Keep in mind it will change, as we’ve got his room near the A&E just in case something in him takes a turn for the worse.”

The doctor’s words were fairly unsettling as well, sorry that I didn’t mention that part.

But the moment, I swear, the moment I walked into that room and laid eyes on him, I broke down.
I had walked over to him, balled my fists into his hospital gown, and cried for what felt like an eternity. I only stopped when I felt him start to laugh. I looked up at him, obviously confused.

He had a goofy, crooked smile on his face, his eyes were completely filled with tears, and he couldn’t stop laughing.

Don’t get me wrong, he was burned. But he apparently only had minor burns there, so they’ve basically already healed. His legs, arms, and bits of his chest were burned the worst, he had told me.
That got me to cry more, because I thought when I grabbed his damn gown, I had hurt him. But he said that all the burns on his chest were covered in a much thicker bandage than the ones covering his arms and legs.
He was also on a shit ton of drugs, so he was almost completely numb to the pain.

Once I finally got a good look at him, I let myself think that he’ll pull through this, we’ll pull through this, and I broke down in his arms one last time.

“Philly…?”
“Yeah, Dan?”

He still had that damn crooked smile on his face, which made him look completely adorable.

“I really thought I lost you, I-“

He cut me off with a tiny peck on the lips. “Bear,” Great, now he’s using his nickname for me—which I only slightly love. “Look at me. Really look at me. I’m fine. Okay? I’m fine, I pulled through the worst part. The doctors told me that my heart entered a stable condition sometime during the night. I’m going to live, okay? I’m going to be okay.”

“Dammit Phil, god dammit Phil-“ I clasped a hand over my mouth, trying not to let out my sobs of glee. But much to my despair—except not really—, Phil grabbed my hands in his own and twined our fingers together.

“Y-You’re really going to make it,” I managed to choke out, my voice hitching at the end of the sentence. Phil, being the ever observant boyfriend he is, took complete note of it and rested his forehead against mine.

“Of course I am, Danny-bear. We made it through the fire, we can make it through anything.”

“Dammit Phil, when you say things like that, I’m constantly reminded of how much I love you.”

“Is that good?”

“That’s fucking amazing.”

Laughter.

“Well then, I love you too.”