Phanfics Yeah!

Up all night

Dan's Pov:

It was four in the morning, I had shut my laptop over an hour ago to go to sleep, and I was still awake. Another cough rattled through the thin walls of our apartment. This was going to stop now.

I slowly got up and went to the bathroom, opening our medicine cabinet. Once armed with an assortment of cough and cold medication and a thermometer, I returned to my room and got my spare blanket out of the cupboard. By laying it on my bed and dumping the medicines in the middle of it, along with a hoodie, I managed to create a makeshift satchel type thing. I slung it over my shoulder and approached Phil's bedroom as a I heard another long torrent of coughs come from within. 

I knocked politely. 'Phil? Can I come in?'

'Uh, yeah...' He croaked and I opened to door. He was lying in the middle of his bed like an island surrounded by his green and blue duvet. Flushed and sweaty, he started again, bent double in an effort to brace himself against the harsh coughing coming from his chest.

'You're looking a bit pink,' I said when he'd finished, sitting down opposite him as he tried to sit up.

'Umm, yeah, maybe. Have you turned the heating off? Only I'm really cold. Aren't you cold?' I looked at him carefully. His eyes were slightly red and glazed over. He was violently shivering and looked downright miserable.

'No, I haven't and I'm not cold,' I said placing my hand on his forehead, trying to gauge his fever, 'And you're certainly not cold either,' I added. I grabbed the thermometer.

'Give me your ear then.' I gave him a gentle poke with the thermometer and he gave a pitiful moan. 

'Stop abusing me, I'm ill and I am cold.'

'I'm not abusing you, I'm trying to help. You might be slightly better off if you got under the covers you know,' I said, gently trying to manoeuvre his duvet so that it actually covered him.

'Thanks,' he mumbled. The thermometer beeped and I saw him wince at the sound. It read 102.8 degrees farenheit.

'Wow,' I whistled, 'That is quite a fever you're sporting there old chap. Right, I suppose I'm Doctor Dan then. Symptoms please,' I said, jokily pretending I had a clipboard and the thermometer was a pen. Phil was not amused by my top quality acting skills.

'Stooooop. I have a headache and my throat hurts and my chest hurts and my neck hurts and everything just is hurting,' He whined piteously, ' And I'm really cold.'

He slumped back on his pillows, coughing again and pulled his duvet up over his head. I could still hear the muffled coughs and they sounded nasty. I got up and filled a glass of water. When I got back, the lump under the duvet was still and quiet.

'Phil?'

'Hmm.'

'Water?' He poked his head out and gratefully took the glass and the pills I handed him, downing them, grimacing.

'Uggghh. Why am I always the one to get ill?'

'Maybe you'll feel better tomorrow,' I said gathering up my supplies and taking them back to the bathroom. When I returned, Phil had already fallen back asleep. I carefully tucked his duvet back around him and left the room.

'Night Phil.'