High (Phan AU)

Mum

"Phil, Phiiiil, wake up."
Dan shook me gently until I opened my eyes.

"Goodmorning." I said as I sat up.

"Goodmorning, your phones been ringing."

"Who's been calling?"

  "Oh I didn't look."

My head was throbbing and I felt really weak and cold all at the same time.
I knew what was happening. It was only a matter of time before my herion withdrawals started to act back up again.
Honestly, I'm surprised I'm not dead. It's been almost four months without it and I'm finally starting to delapitate.
My body wouldn't let me get out of bed, I started to sweat and shake almost uncontrollably.

"Phil, oh my god are you okay?"
Worry was plastered all over Dan's face.

"N-n-no."

"Lay down! You aren't leaving this bed until you're better!"

I didn't hesitate to flop back down onto the mattress.

"Let me feel your head."

I couldn't speak. I felt like every time I was about to open my mouth I would vomit viciously. Instead, I just nodded.

Dan put his palm against my forehead and looked into my eyes.

"Your temperature is normal."
His face was pale white. It made me sick to my stomach that I was making him this way.

I felt warm acid compile into my throat until it filled my mouth.
I grabbed Dan's arm letting him know that I was about to throw up.
He ran to the bathroom and grabbed the bin that sat by the toilet and placed it by the bed.
I released what was left inside of my stomach into the waste basket.
My stomach stung with such immense pain that I groaned.

"I'm gonna make you some soup and get you some pain relievers. Is there anything else you need?"
Dan said. His voice was breaking with nerves, I could tell he was trying to stay calm to keep me calm. Little did he know, I knew exactly what was going on with me, and I felt like the biggest piece of shit.

"Thank you." I managed. Gripping onto my stomach.
Dan ran his fingers through my hair. Not a good plan on his part since my whole entire body was drenched with sweat. My hair was sticking to my head I was so sweaty. But he didn't care.
At this point, it didn't matter how many blankets I was underneath, I was freezing. I wanted to cry but it hurt too much. I lost control of my legs. I didn't hold back after Dan left. My heart was racing and waves of nausea rose and fell with every pulse of my heart. I had to clench my butt together so I didn't mess myself in the bed.
I decided it would be best if I ran to the bathroom and pooped so it didn't end up on the sheets.
Grabbing the sweat soaked blankets that were wrapped around me, I ran to the bathroom, tore my boxers off and barely made it to the toilet in time.
I felt disgusting. I was a literal mess.
I didn't want to go anywhere in case I threw up or pooped again. I threw the blankets off of me and leaned forward butt naked on the toilet, and cried.
I cried because I was sad, I cried because I was ashamed of myself for letting this secret go to such extremes. It all came out. I didn't care that my stomach burned when I wept.

I cleaned myself up after sitting on the toilet for what felt like hours, grabbed the blankets and practically crawled back to my room. With every move I made I experienced more and more pain. As I laid on the bed my arms and legs began to kick and twitch every so often.
I heard keys in the front door and heard Dan walk inside.
"I'm back." He said.

I couldn't say anything. My body didn't allow me to speak.
Dan made his way into the bedroom and sat next to me. He put his hand on my shaking leg.