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Chapter 4

Phil's POV:

I opened my eyes. My head was pounding.. And my stomach felt horrible. I got up and stumbled onto the floor. Anxious to get to the bathroom, I used my dresser to lift myself up. I made it halfway across the hallway before collapsing... Then everything went blury.

Dan's POV:

Thud.
I guessed it was Phil, and I tried to go back to sleep. But I couldn't. I was worried... What if Phil was hurt? I couldn't live without him... He hadn't eaten in quite a few days. We've both been isolated in our rooms. I sat up.
"Phil?..." no answer. I stood, staring at the door. "Phil, are you okay?" still no answer. I creaked the door open. He layed sprawled out across the floor, blood coming from his head where he hit it on the wall.

I just stood there staring at him for a moment. "Oh my goodness!! Phil!" His eyes were closed, and his nose twitched. I lifted him up and put him onto my bed. Okay, good. Now the blood. I got a paper towel and wiped it off his forehead. It kept flowing. I wiped it more. I thought he might have been cold, so I put a blanket over him. He stop bleeding. Thank god.
I laid next to him and closed my eyes. I soon fell asleep.

Phil's POV:

I opened my eyes. I was on Dan's bed. I felt my head pound. "Ow," I looked over and saw Dan laying there, curled up in a ball without a blanket. He was so cute. I missed him. I took off my blanket and gently put it over him. When I tried to get up my head pushed me down. I groaned in pain. He opened his eyes. "Phil! You're okay!" he threw his arms around me. I smiled. "I thought you were dead," he said, looking at me. "Well I'm alive," I grinned. He did too.
Dan's POV:

I was so glad that Phil was alright. After all, recording just wasn't fun without him. Figuring that he was hungry, I got up and headed to the kitchen. Before I left, he said,"Dan... Are we- are we okay now?" I smiled and nodded. "Of course,"

Phil's POV:
I was so glad that we made up. I was so glad that I could hear his voice again; glad that I could see his face again. I laid back down and stared up at the ceiling, thinking about how he saved me. Maybe now I could tell him how I felt... And I heard alot of noise coming from down tbe hall.

Dan's POV:

The kitchen was a huge mess. I was trying to make breakfast and coffee at the same time, and it wasn't going so well. I messed up the cereal by pouring some of the milk onto the floor, and I put down some paper towels. Then the coffee maker was left on for too long and it over flowed, causing me to burn myself. "Sh*t!"

Phil's POV:

I heard Dan yell. I tried to get up and succeeded, only to find the kitchen was in an abrupt mess. "You alright Dan?" I asked with a smirk. He looked up at me, suprised that I had gotten out of bed. "Phil! Er.. You should probably go lay back down-"
"I can help," I interrupted. "Alright, if you insist,"

After we cleaned up the mess, I put two bowls of cereal and cups of coffee on the table. He handed me some advil. "That should help,"