Phil woke me up in the middle of the night from my peaceful sleep, having a sudden coughing fit. Groggily, I pulled him close against me and rubbed soothing circles on his back until the coughing subsided. "Are you okay?" I whispered tenderly. Phil nodded sleepily, and his blue eyes began to droop shut.
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It was a gorgeous day to be at the beach. But Phil was sitting on the shore, seeming slightly subdued. I waded my way out of the ocean and went to sit down on my towel, which I had laid out next to his. "Baby? What's wrong?" I asked softly.
"My head hurts a little bit....but I'm sure it's nothing. Go have some fun! Don't just sit here with me." He replied, looking up at me. His eyes, usually bright and sparkling, were a dull, sad, pale blue.
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"Aw Phil, you're going to bed already? It's not as much fun to watch without you" I whined, pausing the episode of Sherlock.
"Dan.......I'm sorry, I'm just really tired. We can finish this episode tomorrow, okay?" Phil said sweetly as he walked back into our bedroom.
"But it isn't even 9 o'clock...." I mumbled to myself, watching him walk away.
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"Why aren't you eating your enchiladas? I made them without cheese, just for you" I huffed, slightly offended.
"I'm not really hungry. I don't know why, though. I promise I still love your cooking though, okay sweetheart?" Phil mumbled apologetically. He leaned down and kissed my forehead as he walked by me to scrape his plate in the trash.
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Fanfiction"Dan? Will you stay with me?" "Yes. I'll never leave your side. Unless they make me, of course, but then I'll be right back" "Promise?" "Promise" Phil has been acting strange lately. Like, scary strange. Is he sick? Will he end up in the hospital? C...
