*Dans pov*

For hours, days, weeks, all Dan saw was nothing. It wasn't black, or white, it was just nothing, and only if you've ever experienced nothing before than you would understand. There was sound, and Dan could put names to the voices but that was it. Other then that it truly was nothing.

At first Dan thought he was dying. He remembered the bullies, beating him without mercy. Acting before considering the horrible consequences. The painful burning sensation, that felt like he was being cooked inside out.

Everywhere hurt, and everything hurt. And it didn't go away. Even durning nothing.

Music normally made it not as horrible. Not better, but the pain wasn't as present when fall out boy was playing.

When Phil was talking to him though, that might have been the best time. Aimless talking about lions, and other animal facts that Phil always seemed to have stored in his brain made everything better.

But now.... It was black, with rainbow spots dancing in front of dans vision, as if he was just asleep. The nothing was gone, and in place was that real life.

Machines sounded around him, as pain flared, much worse then before, and he moaned in pain, tears about to fall down his cheeks.

It hurt so bad all he could was whimper. He couldn't open his eyes, or sit up, but he could hear the distant beeps of machines, as they sped up to meet his pounding heart beat.

Dan could also feel someone next to him. Something was making the bed dip slightly with their weight. A head most likely, as Dan could hear rhythmic breathing and desperately, he tried to match uneven breaths with the one he heard.

In, out. In, out. Breath deep.

"Dan...?" A small voice asked, and his breathing speed up again. Oh god it was Phil. The phil. The one who would talk to him like he wasn't in a coma. Would ask him questions like he would answer. Luckily Pj knew the correct answers to most of Phil's questions, and replied just like Dan would.

"Yea?" Dan muttered, his voice foreign to his ears, much to scratchy and un steady to be his own. Dan squeezed his eyes closed, trembling, and writing, but only his upper half.

Phil tensed, his whole body going rigid. Their was a few moments of silence, other then the beeping machines, monitoring the recently woken up kids panic attack.

"Oh my god Dan!" Phil squealed like a fangirl, sounding adorable, while Dan let a few tears drip from his closed eyes, as true terror settled over him, much like fog would over a lake on humid day. He couldn't move his legs and everything hurt...

Phil's rather large hand started patting the bed, extremely close to Dans, and for a second all tears were forgotten, and replaced with the thought of Phil's warm hand around his cold one. The pain was gone, and all that was their was Phil, the broken boy who had opened up to the dying one.

But instead Phil pulled his hand away, and once again Dan was reminded of the loneliness of the bare, plain hospital walls, and the lack of loving parents, and the pain. Pain everywhere. It made his ears ring so loud, all he could hear was the annoying high pitched buzz.

Dan held his hands to his face, and sobbed into them, crying so forcefully it became harder to breathe. He started squirming, trying to pull free of the wires that bounded him to the bed, so he could run away, and find someone to help.

"I-I'm scared!" Dan finally admitted out load, and some how those two words made it a little bit better. Just a little. "And it h-hurts! Make it s-s-stop!" Dan hated how he sounded like a whinny child, but the more he complained the better he felt.

"It's okay Dan." He could heart the smile in Phil's voice, which helped to mute the horrible ringing. "Do you know who I am?"

Of course I know who you are! Dan wanted to scream but decided against it because his throat hurt to much to barley even talk, and every sound sent nails into his brain. "P-p-Phil...?" He settled for instead.

"That's right!" Phil replied, his voice dripping with pure joy, and it warmed Dan's heart, causing the pain to disappear for a second again. It felt so amazing to hear Phil sound genuinely happy, not just faking it for the others.

But the pain was back, and 100 times worse. He shuddered, fighting back bile. He tried to push himself out of bed, so that he wouldn't be sick on himself, but he couldn't move the whole lower half of his body.

"I-I can't move my legs!" He sobbed, shivering harder, just wanting to pass out again. Anything would be better then this, despite Phil being next to him. The pain was so horrible.

"It's okay Dan...." Phil started to say, but the ringing came back into his ears, and he couldn't hear anything. His vision blurred. Then everything was a blur, of doctors coming into the room and ushering Phil away, and the pain becoming 100 times worse.

The doctors tried to talk to him, but all Dan managed to do was puke red all over himself, before giving up, and squeezing his eyes shut, wishing he couldn't disappear back into nothing.

Luckily, dans wish came true, and he slowly slipped back into nothing, bringing the pain with him.

Er hi guys. Long time no see...