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Stray Socks

Dan's Pov:

It was just a normal Wednesday. I was in the lounge, looking at gifs from our latest gaming video on tumblr. Phil was doing the laundry as it had gotten to a point where I didn't have a suitable t-shirt to wear, so I was still in my pyjamas and he had completely run out of socks. He had insisted on doing it all by himself because last time I had done it, I had accidentally put two of his t-shirts in with the darks and slightly ruined them. I could hear him clanging about the house with who knows what, probably knocking things over and bashing things on walls but I preferred it to complete silence.

I found a gif that made it look like Phil had been possessed by one of the dogs from undertale. Whoever had made it had edited Phil's eyes to make them look demonic and it was really funny. I laughed to myself and scrolled down where it got even better and they edited me aswell.

'Phil, Phil come and look at this,' I called down the hall whilst laughing. He would find it even funnier.

'I can't at the moment, you come and show me,' I heard in reply. I huffed.

'Ugh. I've enabled the browsing stance. Not to be disabled until absolute necessity.' 

'Soz, no-can-do, I'm in the laundry folding stance. As in, I'm covered in piles of clothes that I don't want to knock over because it's difficult to tell whose clothes are whose. So you can come in here, or you know, not.'

'Where are you situated?' I asked. If he was in the office, it could wait.

'Situation equals x minus P-H-I-L-...apostrophe-S-R-O-O-M.'

'Wow Phil, clever kid.' I weighed up my options. Get up and show Phil the gif or stay here and let it fall into the abyss never to be found again. I disabled the browsing stance. However, I took one step away from the sofa and my foot fell on something soft. I cried out as my legs slipped away from beneath me and I fell hard on my butt, smacking my back on the coffee table. 

Phil's Pov:

I was trying to find the match to one of my odd socks, when suddenly, I heard a cry and a loud thump.

'Dan?' I hollered loudly. I didn't want to have to move unless he was actually injured. This might be another prank I told myself. The only thing was, I didn't get an answer.

'DAN?' I heard a muffled groan. I got up, discarding the socks and hurried down the hall. As I entered the lounge, I saw Dan hunched over on the floor.

'Oh my god, what happened? Are you okay?' I said walking over to try and help. I put my hand on his back to haul him up but, to my dismay he yelled,

'AAAHHhh, NONono, no touching.' He winced and looked at me. There where tears in his eyes and I think my heart melted.

'Okay, I'm sorry, no touching. Where exactly does it hurt?'

'My b-back,' he whimpered, his voice cracking. I was really worried now, he looked like he was in agony.

'Right, okay, umm...' I searched for something to do, I just wanted to make it better, 'what kind of pain? Like stabby pain? Inside pain?'

'Stinging. It stings.' He tried to sit up more so I gently took his arm and pulled him up onto the sofa. Stinging didn't sound like fatal spine injury resulting in complete paralysis. And he could still move, which was a good sign.

'Should I have a look?' I said. He nodded and I went round behind him and slowly lifted up his shirt at the back. He hissed through his teeth as it got higher and I saw why it was stinging.

'Shiiittt,' I breathed. He had skinned the whole of his upper back so it was a completely mess. There wasn't much blood exactly, but the first few layers of skin at least were all scraped. To be honest, it looked kind of disgusting. 

'Whaaaat?' Dan moaned. He must have been in a fair amount of pain.

'You've skinned your back quite badly, not gonna lie. I reckon we should take this off. Arms up,' I said as I pulled the top over his head.

'OWOwowowowo STOP, OW UGHH,' he shrieked as it came off.

'PHIL. Ow, means pain! MUCH PAIN IS BEING FELT,' Dan said through gritted teeth.

'Yeah, sorry, but that's the difficult part done. Okay, I'm going to go and get some things for you... I suggest you stay here,' I said as I went to the bathroom. I heard Dan mutter after me,

'S'not like I was ever going to move anywhere else, ever.'

I came back with a water bath, flannel, some antiseptic stuff that came in the first aid kit and some paracetamol. I poured the recommended amount of antiseptic stuff into the water and dipped in the flannel.

'This is probably going to sting a whole lot, okay?' I said, squeezing out the flannel.  

 'Right... just get on with it then please.'

I pressed the flannel onto Dan's back.

'MOTHERFU-dggge aahhhhh hssss FUCK.' He hissed in pain as cleaned the 'wound'. When I had finished, he relaxed slightly.

'Jesus Christ, that was... veeerrry paaaiiinful.'

'Do you want to take some of this? It'll probably help a bit.' He took the pills and sighed.

'What am I supposed to do now? How can I function? I can't lie down because that will hurt like hell but that also means I can't lean back on chairs because that will also hurt like HELL. I don't want to stand up either because THAT WILL PROBABLY HURT  LIKE HELL. UGGHH.'

'I see your problem,' I said trying to think of something to do. 'How about you lie on your front and then you can watch something on your laptop?' I suggested.

'Good plan. Now where is my- FUCKING HELL.' I followed his gaze to see his laptop, discarded on the floor, presumably from when he fell. The screen was shattered. Next to it was one of my socks. In fact, it was the odd sock that I was trying to find the match to earlier. I picked it up, along with the remains of Dan's laptop. When I looked at Dan again, he was staring out of the window, looking just about done with whatever this day had become.

'Nevermind. We can get another one and in the meantime, we'll watch something on mine,' I said, as I loaded up 'The Walking Dead' on my laptop which I had perched precariously on a pile of cushions. As the episode started, a something crossed my mind.

'How did you fall over anyway? What did actually happen?'

'I'm not really sure,' I heard Dan mumble from the sofa, 'I think I must of slipped my sock or something.'