Howell Industries //phan

Falling ill

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Phil's POV

After meeting up with Jake and Kevin I was able to tell everyone that I got interview with Interstellar Publishing, so we decided to go get drinks after mini golf. I vaguely remember dancing around in the pouring rain then then seeking shelter in our chilly house when we finally made it home. That night I got a little to intoxicated and end up spending my morning face down in a freshly clean porcelain bowl.

"Hey green bean, how are you feeling?" Jake walks into the bathroom with a glass of water and some pills. "Like crap! How much did I drink?" I groan and turn my head back to the bowl just incase. I started to cough which earned me a concerned look from Jake. "Well we all had 5 shots and then you added two more and a few blended drinks. I tried to stop you but you were just too happy to hear. I'm sorry, love" he frowns caressing my face. I don't blame him for not being able to stop me. "It's not your fault, jakey" I attempt to smile but it my head hurts to much. "Can have those pills please?" I ask and he nods removing his hand from my face to grab the water. He hands me the pills and I pop them in my mouth instantly then gulp down the water. I groan and lean my head back against the cold tile wall.

I see Jake stand up. "I'm going to go downstairs and make some breakfast for everyone. I'm going to leave your phone here so you can ring me if something is wrong." he says gently and I just nod. "Do you need anything else before I leave?" he adds on. "No I'm good for now. Thank you." I attempt to smile up at him but it was to painful due to the bright light above his head. I end up wincing and looking back down. He chuckles then leans down to kiss the top of my head. "Silly little green bean." Jake says to himself as he leaves.

My stomach turns and I retch over the toilet bowl but nothing comes out thankful. I begin to cough again and it doesn't seem to want to stop. This feels so much worse than just a bad hangover. Usually I would be able to make it back to my bed by now but I honestly just couldn't even think of moving. I lean my head back again and close my eyes and try and breath. I never want to drink again, I think to myself. I dose off a little while i'm in that position.

I'm startled awake when I hear my phone go off. I whine a little out my loud environment. The sounds my phone was making and all the bright lights cause me to feel incredibly nauseous. As I reach out to grab my phone I start coughing violently. Once it finally settles I answer my phone not bothering to check who was on the other line. "Hello?" I groan out. "Thank god! Phil are you okay? Where are you? I was so worried when I saw and hear your messages!" the frantic voice of none other than Daniel Howell chimes through. "Dan?" I ask when I cough tickles my throat. "Yes, Phil it's me. Are you alright?" he asks again sounding desperate to know. "Define alright. If by alright you mean at home, then yes." I breath outh throwing my hand up to my forehead to try and rub the migraine away, It doesn't work. I hear Dan breath out what seems to be a sigh of relief. "Thank god. What else is wrong, something is wrong I can sense it." he pushes on and I try and sit up to really assess whats going. "Dan why have you called?" I ask avoiding his question.

There was a pause then I hear him clear his throat a little. "You called me twice between 3 and 4 am, and left voicemails with both. You also sent me 5 text messages. The voicemails sounded like you were scared and/or sick. I never answered last night because I was asleep and left my phone in my kitchen. When I finally found it, I heard you voicemails." he finally explained. "UGH! I'm so sorry D-" I couldn't finished because I felt the bile rise and instantly turned my head and empty my stomach in bowl next to me. I can hear a very concerned voice of Dan shouting throw the phone. I grab some toilet paper and wipe mouth just in time for the coughing to come back. Iift my phone back to my ear. "PHIL! GOD DAMMIT WHAT'S HAPPENING!" I heard Dan yell as I brought the phone back to my ear. I faintly smile hearing how concern he is. "Dan" my voice comes out scratchy from coughing so much. "I'm fine" I add on still with a scratchy voice. "Like hell you are. Phil please tell me what's going on?" he pleads with me. "Dan, it's just a very bad hangover and a slight cough. I'm sorry I called you. I honestly don't know why I did or what I said. I got really drunk and I can't remember much from last night." I finally explained and he sighed loudly. "So you are okay? You don't need anything, right." he asks sounding sweet and anger bubbles up through me. Now he is being all sweet and nice. I can't take this constant back and forth. I try and calm down before responding. "Yes, Dan. I'm fine. I don't need anything." I say in a monotone voice. Just as I was about to end the conversation Kevin burst through the door.