PHAN ONE SHOTS :)

MIGRAINE! MY BUTT!

(I got asked to do Like 5 Christmas one shots and I literally can't do that because I'm literally the grinch. D:)

Summary: Phil gets sick and has to go the the hospital (A&E if you're a Englander) which forces Dan to take care of his boyfriend.
(i love sick AU's they make me feel fluffy and warm.....unlike Christmas!!!)

WC: 1237

Phil rolled over into his back, causing the aching in his stomach to double in pain. He groaned and rolled over to his side. This was the worst stomachs ache he's had in ages. It felt like his abdomen was about to split open. The pain seared through his body.

Everything hurt. His head, back, stomach, muscles, you name it and it probably hurt. He shuffled out of his shirt and pajama pants that were getting doused in more and more sweat.

Phil felt his teeth shattering do the chill that rolled down his back. He wanted to kick his covers off, yet dive into a cacoon of blankets.

His thoughts were cut short when another wave of pain ripped through him. He brought his knees up, pulling them to his chest. Black dots littered his vision.

Phil sat up abruptly, his mouth watering. He had enough time to lean over the side of the bed before vomiting up whatever He ate last. He was facing the ground starring at the pile of puke. He couldn't conjure the energy to move. His throat burned and tears were falling onto his glasses from looking down.

He heard footsteps making there way down the hall when there was a light knock and then Dan barged in.

"Phil are you ok-" Dan was cut off by Phil letting out a moan puking again.

"Obviously not." Dan muttered to himself.

"Phil can you get up and go to the bathroom?" Dan asked, using a gentle tone as if he was talking to a child.

Phil shook his head no. If he moved a muscle whatever was left in his stomach was sure to come up.

"Phil come on." Dan urged. "We need to get you cleaned up. You're covered in spit and sweat." Dan said stepping around the pile of vomit on the floor and tugging on Phil's arm gently.

Phil's face quickly contorted into a look of pain before he
vomited again, but this time it wasn't on the floor. It was on himself.

Phil looked down at his stomach and legs covered in the revolting liquid. But he was too tired to care. He just wanted to sleep. He was hot and clammy, and his head and stomach felt like they were gonna explode.

"Oh god Phil!" Dan exclaimed running out of the room and coming back in seconds with a wash cloth to clean the mess up with.

"Baby boy. You've gotta come with me. We need to clean you up." Dan spoke softly to his sick boyfriend.

Phil just sat in bed looking at Dan but not really comprehending anything.

Dan starred at the black haired man before shaking his head. Phil looked horrible. He was pale, paler than normal anyway. He felt Phil's forehead and was shocked when the heat from Phil touched the back of his hand.

He sighed knowing Phil didnt have a clue as to what was going on. He leaned over Phil and gently moved him to the edge hoping Phil wouldn't hydro pump onto his new shoes. He scooped Phil up in his arms and made his way to the bathroom.

By the time they got there Dan was a sweaty mess and he vowed to start going to the gym again....maybe.

He sat Phil down in the bathtub and removed his boxers, the only article of clothing Phil hadn't shed yet.

He took the shower head and rinsed off his boyfriend. He was hoping the water would help break the fever also.

After he had succsefully cleaned off his boyfriend, with little complaint from an all to out of it Phil. He grabbed a new pair of sweats and helped his boyfriend get into them.

"Phil? Phil are you listening." Dan asked.

Phil raised his eyes and looked at Dan.

"Do you wanna go to the Hospital?" Dan questioned trying to see of his boyfriend could actually understand any of what was going on.

"Phil nodded his head slowly." He rubbed his eyes and blocked the light.

Dan nodded and got a shirt and shoes for Phil. He called a cab and got Phil dressed to go. He made Phil wear a pair of flip flops and a t-shirt that was three sizes to big.

The taxi arrived after what seemed like hours. Dan once again cursed that their apartment didn't have a lift. He would pretty much have to carry Phil down those.

He put all of Phil's weight on him and together (with little help from Phil) he made it to the cab.
His fringe was stuck to his forehead, he wiped the sweat as he panted out the location to the driver who nodded and finally they were on their way.

Once they arrived at the hospital Dan handed the driver a wad of cash which was probably too much, but at the moment he couldn't be bothered to care. His boyfriend was seriously sick and he didnt know why.

"Okay Phil, can you tell me what's wrong?" asked the doctor after the extremely long wait.

Phil made a small whimper and pointed to his head and stomach.

"Which hurts worse?" The doctor asked.

Phil winced and croaked out the word, "Head."

The doctor asked a few other questions like his pain on a scale of 1 to 10, when it started, had he gotten sick?

The doctor walked out of the room and Phil layed back on the cot.

"Are you okay Phil?" Dan asked.

He looked at Dan and saw tears in his eyes. Dan knew he didn't feel well. He curled up and a ball and rested his arm over his eyes, blocking out the light.

Dan swallowed the lump in his throat. Phil felt terrible and there was nothing Dan could do to help.

The doctor walked in a few moments later with a huge needle.

Dan gulped at the size.

The doctor explained that Phil was most likely having a migraine which could have been caused by almost anything. And that the Migraine probably would have gotten worse before it got better if Phil wouldn't have came in when he did.

Dan breathed a sigh of relief. At least He knew what was wrong now.

"Now all I have to do is give him a shot and the medicine should take place and help almost immediately. But fair warning after we do this....He will be...quite loopy...to say the least." The doctor told Dan.

Dan nodded his head and watched as the doctor adminatered the shot in Phil's...erm.....butt.

Dan flinched when the needle made contact with Phil's skin. Phil however seemed oblivious to whatever was going on.

It had been a fun ride home.

Phil had drooled all over Dan's shoulder.

Dan literally had to drag Phil up four flights of stairs.

And then when Phil finally came around, he smiled up at Dan with a big dopey grin and said, "My butt hurts."

Swiggity Sflinch looks like I'm the grinch.

I'm not feeling festive AT ALL. like wtf December it's warm outside and I don't like it. Where is the cold????

Hope everyone has a Holly Jolly Holiday! Enjoy your presents. Tell your family they are the bees knees unless of course, they aren't.

Hopefully you enjoyed this.

L8tr Skunk Nuggets.