I got back to the flat 30 minutes later. I opened the door and heard voices. More than two. I went to my room and grabbed my computer. I sat on my bed and waited for my computer to power on. Once it did, I logged in then got up and shut the door completely.
I sat back down on my bed and started to record myself playing Five Nights at Freddy's 3. I was on the 3rd night. After about an hour or so, I stopped recording and started to edit. I heard a knock on my door half way through editing the video.
"Come in." I said, not looking up. The door opened and then someone sat down on the edge of my bed, making it sink. I looked up and saw my cousin looking sadly at me. My eyes widened and I set my laptop to the side. I gave her a huge hug and she returned it. When I pulled away,I saw that she was trying not to cry. "Something wrong?" I asked.
She nodded. "Your father... he... he needs surgery. For his broken arm. It won't heal. But they are hesitant on doing it because he is in a coma. He might not come out of the surgery alive. She said through sobs, tears streaming down her face. I felt my he whole body go numb. I started to shake. I was crying before I realized it. She leaned over and gave me a long hug. I sobbed into her shoulder and heard footsteps coming into my room. I opened my eyes to see Dan and Phil.
I pulled away and got up. I headed for the door but Dan and Phil wouldn't let me leave.
"P-please." I begged.
"No (y/n)." My cousin, Daniella said.
"Please." I said a bit firmer. She sighed. Dan and Phil let me through and I ran to the front door. Daniella running after me. I entered the lift and waited anxiously to get to the bottom floor so I could run. I needed space. Away from everyone. I wanted to just ignore reality, but it somehow keeps crawling into my fantasy. The hurt, the pain, everything. I want to just leave it all behind.
Why do all the bad things happen to me. I lost two of my siblings, one of a disease and the other suicide, leaving me and my brother to be the only kids in the house. I don't want to loose my father. Not now, not ever. I don't think I will be able to handle it. I ran until my feet couldn't carry me. I slowed down to see that I didn't know where I was. I looked behind me and saw Dan, Daniella, and Phil running after me. I turned around and looked at my surroundings. I don't care if they catch me. I just want to escape this life, and all of the pain along with it.

We caught a cab and went back to the flat. They lead me, one in front and the other two in back, to my room. When I got there, the air around me started to fade away. I soon saw black spots in my vision. Daniella, who was in front of me, turned around, fear evident in her eyes. She yelled something and I started to loose my balance. Great. It's happening again. I thought. The only thing I remembered after that was everything going black.

Phil's P.O.V.
I don't know what happened. (Y/n) just stopped in the doorway and colaspe.
"Here. Call the first contact on my phone." Daniella said, tossing me her phone. I unlocked it and opened the contacts. I pressed on the first on and hit call. The person picked up after two rings.
"Hello Daniella. Is it (y/n) again?" The lady asked from the other end of the line.
"Hello miss. Yes, (y/n) just colasped in front of us. Daniella tossed me her phone and told me to call you." I said quickly into the phone.
"Ok. The medics will be there in ten minutes." She said.
"Thanks." I said. The lady hung up and I thought, how do they know where we are?
"They track my phone so I don't have to tell them where I am." Daniella answered, reading my expression. (Y/n) was laying on her bed, breathing very shallow breaths. Dan had a face of concern and worry and fear mixed into one. I knew that he liked her, and I knew that he was very scared for her. "Dont worry Dan. She will be alright. She used to get these a lot when she was younger. It scared me the first time this happened. But the whole family has the number Phil called on their phone in case this happens." Daniella explained, calming Dan a little.
We waited about ten more minutes before the medics came. They stayed, giving (y/n) some shots, and then left, handing Dan a piece of paper.