Phil's POV

Two menacing weeks passed horribly fast. I was sat in the waiting room, Dan right by my side. PJ came as well. Many of our friends did, and my parents came too. I never felt so loved by so many people, but so scared at the same time.

"Can I get you anything, Phil?" someone asked.

"Are you nervous?" another said.

"Let him answer one at a time," I knew my Mum told them.

So many people were talking all at once, and it didn't make anything easier. I couldn't tell who's who. Nerves got to me, and I wanted to get up and leave, but I couldn't. I didn't know where to go.

The only thing keeping me vitally sane at the moment was Dan's sweet hand on top of mine and his comforting body that I was somewhat leaning on. He waited for people to be quiet, and whispered in my ear, "It's going to be okay. Please don't be too nervous. I promise nothing bad is going to happen to you."

I wanted to kiss him, but I didn't feel like turning over. I just wanted to lie there.

People began to realize quickly that only one person could talk at a time with me, being unable to know who anyone even was. I wasn't very good with distinguishing voices. They each quieted down, which helped be be calmer.

"Phil," my mother's sweet voice said. "I'm very proud of you. This is a dangerous thing, but I know it's going to turn out for the best. I just know it will help you. I hope you can get that sight back to see all the people here supporting you and how much we all love you."

I smiled. She always made me feel better.

There was a pause. "Phil, it's PJ," he said, taking my free hand to let me know where he was. "I'm really excited and happy for you. You deserve this more than anyone else."

More people came to me and gave me encouraging words. I really felt better.

Even so, I still had hours and hours to wait in agony before anything could begin.

Dan's POV

I cradled Phil slightly in the waiting room. His nerves appeared to be taking over, but as soon as everyone decided to consider and console him, he felt better.

Without telling anyone (with the exception of PJ who already knew), everyone seemed to understand that Phil and I were now together. They all seemed fine with it, and if anything, happier. It made me wonder if we should tell our fans or not. Maybe, like our friends around us now, they would just know and accept, and we wouldn't have to make a big deal about anything.

Phil separated from me to sit with his Mum and dad for a few minutes. People near were still telling him hopeful things, and it almost seemed like they wanted me to take a break.

"You should really relax, Dan," Mr. Lester told me. "You've been working so hard."

I didn't understand. I just went with it. I didn't feel like I was working at all. Helping Phil isn't a job, it's a privilege.

I pulled out my phone and decided that the best thing to do right now would be to at least update the fans. I opened Twitter:

"Phil is going to have surgery in a few hours that may give him his sight back! we're hoping for the best... " I posted, with several emojis including the eyes and a heart.

As usual, people quickly Tweeted back:

"SERIOUSLY? GOOD LUCK I HOPE IT WORKS xx"

"Love you Dan! Love you Phil! I hope he can see again!"

And many more like them.

As the time approached for Phil to go, I found myself pacing back and forth across the room. He would be okay, I told myself. Everything will be fine and Phil will be able to see and he can be happy.

Then I began to think - what will change if it does work?

I knew one thing: I would miss helping him so much. Helping Phil around made me feel so important to him. If he could be totally independent again - which I truly hoped he would be - what would I be doing? Maybe we would do more as a couple. Even so, what would happen after the surgery was still in the back of my mind. My main focus was making sure he was okay.

"Dan," PJ said, approaching me. "How are you, mate?"

"Tired, I guess," I said. "And worried."

"You're more worried than Phil is. Why? That doctor of yours said nothing bad can happen to Phil except if he doesn't regain sight."

"Still," I said. He wouldn't understand. "I'm just worried."

"Dan, everything's going to be okay. There is nothing that can go wrong."

I sighed. "Alright."

I watched Phil carefully. He was across the room still, but I wanted him close to me. I wanted to squeeze him and tell him I loved him again and again, just to be safe.