Stronger

Chapter 10 (!)

(Quick reminder that this picks up directly from last chapter, so if you don't remember where we were you might wanna go back)

My eyes widened as I looked back up at Phil. "No......oh my god......I didn't mean......"

His crystal blue eyes filled with tears, still not meeting my gaze. "I'm t-the one who h-has cancer, a-and I'm putting you through all of this......" He stuttered.

I went to kneel next to Phil, unsure about trying to lay next to him when he was in this condition. "Sunshine, I'm not mad at you. It's not your fault, and I shouldn't have made you feel bad. You don't suck- well, at least not in that way" I said, throwing him a cheeky wink. "Do you want me to lay with you?"

"S-sure" he said softly, swiping at his eyes with the sleeve of his jumper.

I slid under the piles of blankets, curling my body up against his. "I quite like that jumper on you. Your sweater paws are adorable" I complimented.

"And that's a very nice black T-shirt you're wearing" he replied softly, but still slightly teasingly.

"Thank you very much" I said, planting a soft kiss on his jawline.

The next moment, just as things were getting better, all of the lights flickered off and we were plunged into absolute darkness. I shrieked loudly, instinctively gripping tightly onto Phil's arm.

"Dan?" He asked, shaky and concerned

"I'm just......low-key afraid of the dark, as you know. But I'm fine" I laughed weakly, letting go of his arm.

"No, you're not fine. Get over here, Danosaur" Phil said sweetly, pulling me into his arms despite my weak protests. "The power will be back on soon."

"PHIL. You need to rest, not worry about me. I'm- HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THAT?!" I screamed, seeing a shadow behind us that looked suspiciously like that dream demon from the one cartoon. Will Chipper, or whatever.

"Dan. I'm okay right now......oh god" his face turned slightly green in the pale moonlight that was coming through the window and he pressed his hands over his mouth. "Maybe I'm not okay?" He mumbled nervously into his hands, looking quite ill.

"What's wrong?!" I asked, panicking and completely oblivious to the obvious problem

He shook his head and and stood up, crawling over me and making a run for the bathroom.

I jumped off the couch and stumbled through the darkness, following Phil into the restroom. I found him leaning over the toilet, heaving repeatedly.

Just at that moment, the lights decided to come back on.

Once he was done he collapsed into my arms, slumping against me with tears streaming down his face.

"Shh.......you're okay now.....it's just because of the chemo...." I whispered soothingly, kissing his soft black hair. I let him stay in my arms for a moment before sliding away from him. "Let me get you some water or a toothbrush.......or both?" I asked myself uncertainly, walking around the room collecting things.

I returned to the curled up ball on the floor that was Phil Lester with a box of tissues, water, and a toothbrush. I prodded his shoulder gently to get his attention and then placed the toothbrush in his hand. He seemed to be off in his own little world.

Once he had used the items in their respective order he resumed his position of being curled up against my chest, his entire body trembling.

"Hey Phil? How about we get you to bed?" I suggested, a bit tired of sitting on the floor. Also, the room smelled like vomit.

"Yeah" he mumbled feebly, climbing to his feet with my help.

"Does your stomach still hurt?" I asked as we made our way back towards his bedroom.

"A little. And it's still hard to breathe. My chest hurts." He replied.

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Phil and I ended up cuddling in his bed, my lips softly sucking at the nape of his neck.

"Dan.....get off...." He whined teasingly, but I listened anyway.

"But why? Kissing you is my favorite thing in the world. I love watching your face turn red and I love the feeling of your soft skin beneath my lips and I love teasing you until you take control and slam me against the bed." I ranted, in the same whiny tone.

Phil's face was bright red. "Stop that, you're gonna give me a boner!" He giggled, entangling his hands in my hair and letting the curly strands run through his fingers.

"Fine, fine. In the morning I need to straighten my hair." I sighed, rolling my eyes as I thought of how curly and messy it must currently look.

Phil yawned loudly and buried his face in my chest. "What time is it?" He questioned, voice muffled. 

I lifted my head up from the pillow to look at the alarm clock. "10:42" I replied.

"I can't believe I'm so tired" he groaned.

"Well.....you've had an exhausting day. Get some sleep, sunshine." I whispered, kissing the top of his head.

"Mmm, goodnight" he mumbled. I lay there awake until I felt his breathing even out, then I buried my face in his hair and allowed a wave of sleep to wash over me.

(A/N: uhm I have no note? I can think of nothing to say? I already wrote the last chapter and epilogue for this story and I'm excited about how it's going to end :)

Goodbye, strawberry malts!)