My little lion (Dan and Phil)

Phil is ill. Really ill, and Dan worries about him. Fluff and cute stuff. Phan

Disclaimer: I don't own Dan and Phil and thia story is completely fictional and none of these events actually happened.

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 Phil's POV

My head hurt. My throat hurt. My chest hurt. I felt like I could barely breathe and barely move. I had been sat in the same place since 3am this morning on the sofa, and hadn't been able to move due to being in immense pain. I had my knees up to my chest and my eyes were only partially open. Every time I tried to get up my vision blurred and I felt like the world was spinnin ga thousand time faster that a Waltzer from a fun fair. I think it was about 11am now which means I've been sat here in the same place for about 8 hours now with only IPhone games to take my mind off of the pain. But even trying to play Temple Run was dizzying. I wish I could get up, but I can't. I feel so helpless.

Dan's POV

I yawned and stretched. 11am, that's early for me. I checked the usual websites; Twitter, Tumblr, YouTube, to find nothing of interest. before managing to drag myself out of bed and head into the kitchen. I was so lazy but no ody complained. I was just a nocturnal person. It's not like my job required me to get up early. That was the good thing about being a YouTuber; you could do it in your own time. I poked my head round Phil's door to find him not there. Strange, his bed looks unslept in. I wandered into the kitchen and turned on the kettle.

"Phil! I'm making coffee, you want some?" There was no reply. "Phil?" Silence. I started to get frustrated. "PHIL!" I sighed as there was yet again no reply and stomped impatiently into the living room. "Phil stop ignoring me, geez." I froze when I saw him. He was as white as a sheet and was sat with his eyes half closed as if it was too painful to open them fully. He had his hands balled into fists over his ears. "Um, Phil? Is everything ok?"

"It hurts." Was all he managed to choke out quietly. I crouched down in front of where he was curled up.

"What hurts Phil?"

"Everything. I can't..." He took in a sharp intake of breath and winced. "Ouch." He whimpered, clutching his chest.

"Have you even slept?" He shook his head before grabbing it in pain. I placed a soft hand on the side of his face. "I'm going to take you to bed and then I'm going to get you some aspirin and some blankets to make sure that you're comfortable and you can sleep." He nodded weakly. I wrapped my arms around him and lifted him up, feeling how light he was despite him being older than me. I carried him into his bedroom and laid him in the bed, covering him with the covers before fetching some blankets to put over him. I went into the kitchen and got some aspirin and a glass of water before returniong. I sat on the bed beside him and lifted up his head, stroking his forehead tenderly. "Are you ok to take these?" He nodded and sat up weakly with my help before taking the glass and swallowing the pills. I took the glass as he collapsed back into the bed, falling asleep almost immediately. Wow, he really must have been tired. I kissed him on the forehead and left the room, leaving the door open a crack in case he woke up and wanted anything. I went back into the kitchen and resumed making the coffee that I had started earlier. 

20 minutes later I was sat in the living room on my laptop, rubbing my face tiredly. How did Phil even get this ill? He barely ever got ill. I checked Twitter to find that there were a lot of people asking where Phil was as he hadn't Tweeted in a long time and they were wondering about his live show later. Shit, his live show is this evening. I decided to log into his account to explain things. He had told me his passwords in case of emergencies and he knew mine.