Dan Gets Sick

Dan Gets Sick- Chapter 2

Dan was lying on the thin matress, covered in his own vomit and shaking with the cold. Phil stood there, eyes wide like a rabbit in the headlights of a car.

"Dan! Shit! Fuck Dan are you alright?! What happened?" Phil asked, nealy screaming.

"I threw up Phil. I'm not very well." Dan groaned.

"Yeah I can see that!" Phil said, his heart racing. "I think you have flu, unless you're intoxicated.

"No, I'm not drunk, just ill. I have been since last night. But I don't think I'm going to throw up again." Dan said, trying to calm Phil.

"Right, okay." Phil breathed. "Um why don't you go to the bathroom, I'll be with you in a second; I'm going to change your sheets."

Dan hobbled to the bathroom, reeking of vomit. He sat on the edge of the bath, his bare chest coated in a thick layer of yellow puke. Phil threw the old sheets straight in the washing machine and replaced them with warm, winter sheets. He got Dan a large duvet and several blankets to keep him warm on this frosty February morning. Phil then went straight to the bathroom to check on Dan.

"Right, you sit there, I'll wash this vomit off you." Phil said, his soothing voice relaxing Dan.

Dan sat still as Phil dabbed Dan's chest with a wet flannel until his chest was free of vomit and then let Dan use some mouthwash to get rid of the taste.

"You're still shivering so lets get you to bed." Phil said.

"But Phil! We were going to go and see PJ today!" Dan said, disapponted with his own immune system.

"I already texted him saying we wouldn't be meeting him today. You need to rest and get better. We can always see him after you've recovered!" Phil replied, saddened at Dan's disappointment.

Dan sighed. "Fine, but as soon as I'm better, I want to see him! And Chris!"

"Sure." Phil smiled. "We can Skype them later, depending on how you're feeling!"

"Sounds good." Dan smiled back.

There was a short pause before Phil finally said "Right, bedtime for you mister Dan."