"He's waking up, give him 10mg of morphine." A female nodded and walk over to a cabinet full of medications and supplies.

"Nurse, I need you to apply pressure here. You, bring me some sterile saline, a needle, suture thread, and bandages. Now!" The doctor ordered. He wore the usual attire; a long, blue protective gown, light blue hair cap, and white face mask. He looked down at his patient, "Come on, stay with me." 

He took out a small flashlight and shone it into the eyes of his patient, they didn't dilate. He checked the ICU. His heartbeat had suddenly risen, the doctor grew worried, "Nurse, we need the morphine. We can't waste any more time!" 

The nurse rushed in and injected the morphine solution into the IV. After the injection, another nurse walked in with the equipment. She rolled out a rubber mat on the metal tray, it contains various sized scissor, scalpels, saline, suture thread and needle, gauze pads, and bandages. 

"Put on the mask," the doctor ordered the nurse. She did as she was told and put the anesthesia mask on the patient.

"Okay Daniel, we need you to count to three." The doctor slipped on the gloves. His piercing blue eyes looking into Dan's. 

"One." He started counting.

"Two." Dan's eyelids felt heavy, he didn't want to sleep. He wanted to find his friend, he was worried.

"Three." The doctor pulled up his surgical mask. Dan began to close his eyes, the room getting darker and darker. He could feel pressure on his right side, but he didn't care. His lips parted as he fell into a deep slumber.

"Phil."

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Phil laid down on the surgical table, he wasn't conscious. He was nowhere near that state. The doctors  performed surgery carefully and patiently. 

"Look here, we have to reduce the swelling as soon as possible in the temporal lobe." The doctor said to the nurse.  He wore the same attire as the rest of the doctors, but he was slightly chubbier and had a beard. A nurse walked over to Phil and put an anesthesia mask over his nose and mouth. 

"Pass me the razor and scalpel." The doctor said, waiting for the anesthesia to kick in. he turned to the nurse and nodded for them to continue. Slowly, he began shaving a small area on the right side of Phil's head. The nurses walked over to their positions and began doing the required. A few nurses had begun cleaning cuts along his arms and face, and others checked the ICU for any signs of increase or decrease of heart rate and blood pressure. 

"Ready?" The doctor placed the scalpel on the newly shaven skin. The nurses all nodded, so he began.

Slice

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Hours passed before both males were escorted to their rooms. Luckily, they were both placed in the same room. Nurses wheeled them in on their stretchers, receiving help from other males nurses and assistants. They checked the IV tubing and had changed them into light blue hospital gowns. They added more medication onto the poles and left them to rest. Two doctors walked in minutes after and talked about the damage that had been caused.

"Do you think he'll be able to recover anytime soon?" The short brunette asked the taller blonde doctor. 

"Patient Howell? Yes, he'll recover within a couple of weeks. Although, that deep of a wound will heal internally in a month or so." He flipped a few pages on the clipboard. 

"What about Phillip Lester? He needed surgery on the temporal lobe?" The blonde turn to the other doctor, "so that means-" 

"Yes, his hippocampus got badly injured. Sadly, we don't know how much of it he lost." The doctor said, turning around to see Phil asleep on the bed. "Or who, we'll have to take a few more scan after he awakes." 

"What about the driver? I heard he-" Doctor Ashton, the blonde, turn to face Dr. Hamish. He shook his head. 

"He passed on the spot. Sudden trauma to the head and severe bleeding from major arteries." He said sadly, letting his arms hang loosely by his side.

"Have the families been informed?" Dr. Ashton asked his colleague. 

"Yes, they'll be arriving soon."

The doctors moved the curtains in front of them and left the room. The door was left open, so any passing conversations can be heard. "How long does he have?"

 "Not much."

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The sun began to rise in London. The beautiful pastel blue morphed into an orange summer hue. Rain drops from the night prior clung onto the window, falling slowly as they left a smaller trail of droplets. Outside, tree leaves swayed in the soft breeze, dancing as if the wind was their music. A nurse walked in replacing the bag of antibiotics, pushed a few buttons on the dispenser and turned to leave. 

"M-miss?" Dan croaked. His throat stinged when he spoke, so he spoke in a whisper.

The nurse turned around and rushed to his side. "Oh, you're up dear. Is there anything you would like?" 

Dan looked around the room, his eyes searching for his friend. But, all he saw were three cream colored walls, a window, and a desk full of baloons, get well cards, and flowers. He turned to look at the nurse, "Where's Phil?" 

Her expression grew sad, pitiful even. She shifted to the curtain and pulled it to the side. Dan's lip quivered and his eyes grew teary. Phil laid asleep on the hospital bed, his head bandaged in a white cloth. None of them were in good shape, they felt bed written in this place.

"W-what happened to him?" Dan asked, pulling himself up from the bed. His side faltered and he fell back hissing in pain. The nurse walked back to his side, pushing him down and fixing his duvet. 

"You're in no shape of walking. You have to lay down and wait patiently until the doctor arrives," she said waving her finger. "Is their anything I can do for you while you wait? Are you hungry?" Dan didn't feel hungry at all but he wanted her to leave, she was getting on his nerves. 

Dan nodded, "Yes p-please." He looked back at Phil. The nurse simply noded and left the room. 

Dan's cheeks became stained with tears. The memories, the feelings, everything came flooding in. Every crevice in his mind became flooded with the accident. He closed his eyes but he was terrified. Terrified that every time he blinked, he would see the lights inching closer and closer. He would see Phil in his arms and he could do anything abou it. Dan sat up, swearing as the pain became unbearable. He clenched the duvet in his hand and looked down at the star pattern cloth, tears staining every few seconds.

"I'm sorry Phil" He cried out.

"I'm so sorry, I-I." He cried in pain. Dan let go of the cloth and clenched his injury, throwing himself back onto the bed. Phil didn't flinch, nor did he wake up from Dan's cries. He couldn't hear a thing, he had locked himself in his mind where no one could reach him. Only he could.

The nurse arrived after five minutes and placed the tray of food on the small table. She had a small, plastic jar full of cold water and a plastic cup. She smiled and looked up at Dan, "Anything else?" 

He looked at her and turned to Phil, "Can I get any pain medication?" The nurse nodded and left the room once again. It was silent, and he was left with his thoughts. He couldn't shake the thought out of his head, nor could he throw away the pang in his chest every time he saw Phil.

"I-I want to hold you in my arms again." He though. Dan was genuinely worried about Phil, he found his missing note and he didn't want to loose it. 

"Mr. Howell?" A tall figure stood by the door,

"Can we talk?"