A:N: the POV is a bit weird in this one. Sorry bout that.
You wake up late one morning, entangled in your sheets in a cold sweat. Your throat feels swollen and scratchy. It's impossible to breath through your stuffed, runny nose.
"I'm sick. Great," you croak, followed by a lot of coughing and wheezing.
One of your flatmates and best friend Phil had been up for a while. As usual, he was spending the morning in the lounge on his computer. He hears you coughing. Worriedly, Phil peeks his head in your room to see if you're okay.
"Y/n? Are you feeling alright?" His eyes fill with concern when he sees you. "Are you sick?"
"Mm-hm," you nod tiredly.
"Awh." He makes a sad pouty face. "Hold on, I'll try to get you some things to cheer you up."
A few minutes later Phil comes back in the room with water, toast, his green hoodie, and Lion. He puts the food on your bedside table, then helps you put on the hoodie and tucks you in with Lion.
"Does that help?" he asks, sitting next to you on the edge of your bed.
You smile and wrap your arms around him. "I'm feeling better already. Thanks Phil."
He hugs you back. Phil gives the best hugs. "Just tell me if you need anything. I'm here for you." Giving you one last squeeze, your friend leaves the room. A warm fuzzy feeling wells up inside you and you smile. Lion cuddled in your arms, you fall asleep.
About an hour later, Dan wakes up. Sleepily, he makes his way to the lounge with his laptop.
"The beast awakens!" Phil says, sipping his coffee.
"Morning, Phil," he greets. Then frowns. "Where's y/n? She's usually up before me."
Phil shakes his head sadly. "She's sick. I gave her some things and she's feeling a bit better. I asked her to tell me if she needed anything."
"Should... I go see her?" Dan asks, setting his laptop on the couch next to his friend.
"Of course you can if you want to. I think she might've fallen asleep though, so try not to wake her."
Dan makes his way down the hallway to your closed door. Gently, he leans up against it, listening. His knuckles tap lightly on the wood.
"Y/n?" he whispers. When you don't answer, he quietly pushes the door open a crack.
"Hey Dan," you say when you see him.
He bites his lip. "You okay? You sound horrible."
"Yeah it's just a cold."
"Did some peasant sneeze on you at the subway?"
You smile a bit. "Guess so."
"Aw. I hope they didn't give you dog AIDS," he says, a smirk tugging at the edge of his mouth.
"Dog AIDS?" you laugh, which leads to some more coughing. You take a sip of water to help stop it.
"Sorry," his brown eyes apologetically look into yours.
"No it's ok. Thanks for making me laugh." You cough and take another drink of water. "Ugh my mouth is so dry!"
"I can help with that," he jokes, giving you a cheeky smile.
"Sorry Dan," you chuckle. "I don't want to give you Dog AIDS."
"Oh, alright then," he says with mock disappointment. "But that can't stop me from doing this!" Your best friend runs over to your bed and gives you a giant hug. "Get better soon, okay?"
"Okay," you agree, smiling into his tshirt, the warm fuzzy feeling filling you up again.
Dan exits the room and you stare at the ceiling, unable to wipe the huge grin off your face. You are so happy to have friends like Dan and Phil. Despite the social awkwardness, they always seemed to know just the right thing to do to make you feel good. Even if you had dog AIDS.
