Dan had woken up before Phil, his hair a dark mess that clung to his face. He raised a hand and dug his fingers in between strands of hair; parting them and shifting them to his right. His brown eyes glanced to the window on his right -the light rain outside was beautiful and calming- he then glanced back to Phil. It's been a couple a weeks after the incident that nearly killed both men. They were lucky that they had survived, but had they really? Dan couldn't help but think that Phil didn't survive, not the Phil he knew anyways. With his memories gone, Phil just wasn't himself. He was confused and frustrated, Phil was there physically, but not mentally.

Dan began to cry. "You're alive, you should be happy," he told himself.

"Phil's alive, you bugger. So why- why are you crying?" He clutched the wrinkled, pastel blue duvet in his hands. The tears that once were buried deep inside were now falling uncontrollably onto the soft material. He was able to sit upwards now, his ribs had healed and so has the so-called disgusting wound he got from getting impaled. The doctors removed the heart monitors after a week knowing that they were in stable condition. In those weeks, Phil had been taken to various physical therapy sessions after surgery. The doctors had informed them both that they would be discharged in a month. It's been three weeks. Three weeks of pain, three weeks of therapy sessions, three weeks of pain killers. Dan quickly wiped the tears with the palms of his hand when he heard a knock on the door.

"Mr. Howell, are you awake?" The door creaked open and in came Dr. Ashton. His blonde hair was damp and pulled back.

"Y-yeah, I'm awake," he said, his voice cracking. He was nearly broken if he wasn't let out of the horrid hospital.

Dr. Ashton walked inside the room. The walls were almost completely bleached if it weren't for the horizontal stripe of beige in the room. His white coat swayed slightly when he turned to close the door and as he walked towards Dan. Dan's breathing hitched when the doctor stepped closer. 5 steps,

4 steps,

3 steps,

2 steps,

Dr. Ashton pulled back a chair and sat on it. His coat opened and beneath showed a pale blue polo and bright red tie. "Dan, you and Phil will be discharged tomorrow."

Dan felt relieved; he didn't have to lay on the hard cushioned bed, he didn't have to stare out the window out of boredom, nor did he have to painfully look at Phil. He could see the pained look that washed over Phil's face after every session. His blue eyes that shone brightly every day seemed paler now.

"Doctor?" Dan asked. He knew the doctor was tired of listening to the same question every day, but he couldn't help it. He cared about Phil, heck he- Dan immediately shut the thought out and turned to look back at the doctor. "Will Phil be able to regain his memories?"

Ashton clasped his hands together and sighed, "It's a low possibility, but he still has a chance. Just wait a little longer, maybe in a year-"

"A year?!" Dan's voice hitched and he choked on air which began a coughing fit. The doctor remained quiet and waited until Dan had calmed down. He looked around the room and felt dread and sorrow breathing on his neck. He had to tell Dan, but, he didn't want to. He knew it was against the hospital's rules to keep information to himself, yet he swore he would keep the files unknown for the time's remainder. He knew Dan was already going through a lot, he didn't want to burden him with such awful news.

"Is there- is there a way he can regain them any earlier?" Dan felt his heart break, he may as well live with a complete stranger if Phil couldn't remember him clearly. Memories flashed through his eyes, happy ones and sad ones. They may be different memories but they all had something in common; Phil. Phil was in every one of them. He couldn't bear it, so he began to cry again. He didn't care if the doctor was there to see him sob, nor did he care that Phil was sitting there, listening to his cries of pain.

"Dan, are you alright?" Phil croaked, his throat was dry which made his voice grainy. He looked up at the doctor and he understood. Nodding his head, Ashton got up and walked towards the door, "I'll get the discharge papers ready." He opened the door and disappeared a second later.

"Why were you crying, Dan?" Phil said, rubbing his eyes which were irritated from the sudden awakening. Dan shook his head, wiping the tears once again, and smiling,

"It's nothing." Dan noticed that it was too early for Phil to be awake, did he disturb him? "Phil, did I wake you up? I'm sorry-"

"No! No, you didn't wake me up, I just had a bad dream that's all." Phil smiled lightly and gave a reassuring nod to Dan.

"Do you mean a nightmare? If you don't mind me asking, what was it about?" Dan spoke politely as if he were to talk Phil would think rudely of him. Ever since Phil woke up, Dan had been more careful around him, he didn't know why, but he was.

"I don't understand it, all I can see and hear are lights and a slight noise," Phil answered, his eyes wearily glancing up to meet Dan's soft brown eyes trained on his. "Should I be concerned?"

Dan played with the hem of the blanket, his eyes still on Phil's. He didn't know what Phil was dreaming about, but he was sure that it wasn't anything concerning his health,

"No, not at all Phil."